The boundless sea of bones stretched endlessly, the ground reeking of blood and decay.
At the very heart of the burial ground lay even the corpses of three quasi-emperors.
An archaic divine tiger, an Underworld battle slave, and a human quasi-emperor—three corpses of different forms lay facedown before the grand hall, their flesh and blood essence completely drained away.
Daoist Mountain Phoenix wore an inscrutable expression.
He stood at the third level of the quasi-emperor realm, able to dominate a region of the starry cosmos and proclaim himself an ancestor. Yet any one of the giants lying dead here possessed cultivation greater than his, enough to suppress him completely.
Everyone's expressions grew increasingly grave as they entered the hall in silence.
Inside the great hall, an eerie sphere of blood floated in the air.
Below it lay severed arms and mangled limbs scattered across the ground, stark white bones exposed as blood essence flowed everywhere.
The imperial laws permeating the place indicated that one or more ancient Supremes had fallen here. In life, they had undoubtedly been imperial-level masters who suppressed an entire era, their majesty unmatched.
Countless years ago, they had all been devoured by the strange blood sphere, every trace of their flesh and blood essence sucked dry.
That supreme yin god had devoured the flesh and blood of ancient emperors, undergoing nirvana to the utmost limit. It had every chance of becoming the strongest Supreme in history, capable of battling imperial-level beings.
Was this the supreme existence that Celestial Pivot's experts had hunted?
At that thought, the fourteen demons could not help but shudder.
This joint expedition team was truly audacious beyond measure, actually dreaming of slaughtering a god!
Behind the blood sphere, a massive bell-shaped imprint appeared in the void, exceedingly blurred. It had blasted