Time returned to three days earlier.
The skies of the Soul Realm, once shrouded in strange, dense black mist, had abruptly changed color. The entire heavens were covered by thick Blood Clouds, and a rich, pungent stench of blood spread into every corner of the Soul Realm.
At the heart of the Soul Realm lay an enormous blood pool spanning tens of thousands of zhang, filled with scarlet, incomparably viscous blood. Dense layers of stark white bones floated upon its surface.
Around the blood pool stood countless Soul Clan descendants, their eyes numb and vacant.
Driven by the cold and merciless Soul Clan experts, these clan descendants, treated like livestock, were continuously thrown into the blood pool. In an instant, they turned into bloody water and merged into the bottom of the pool.
Miserable wails, screams, pleas for mercy, curses—every kind of tangled negative emotion rang out again and again from within the blood pool, rapidly spreading throughout the entire Ancient Realm.
The ancient and mysterious Soul Realm had abruptly become a land of death.
A large group of figures floated above the Ten Thousand Zhang Blood Pool, watching everything with cold eyes and not the slightest emotional fluctuation, like inhuman beasts.
"Xu Wu, how many of our clan descendants have been thrown in already?"
Hun Tiandi, standing at the head of the group, suddenly spoke.
"Our clan has over twelve million descendants in total. Eight million have been thrown in so far, with four million remaining. Shall we continue?"
Nihility Devouring Flame answered immediately, without the slightest hesitation.
"Of course we continue. Why wouldn't we? It is still not enough. I expected ten million—preferably eleven million. Wouldn't it be better to leave only one million of our clan descendants behind? That would improve the quality considerably."
Hun Tiandi looked