"So I heard that those utterly deranged bastards wanted to take advantage of the three years Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal was confined to open the blood pool and absorb the blood baleful aura within it for cultivation."
"If this news concerned anyone else, I might not believe it. But if it concerns those deranged Demonic Cultivators, then it is highly credible."
"Many disciples from our Blood Demon Sect have already rushed over as well. Though it is hearsay, there is a great chance it is true."
Seeing Ye Lin's eyes gradually blaze with interest, Su Yun spoke even more fervently.
The more interested Ye Lin was, the greater his own chance of survival.
"Kid, we have to go this time. We absolutely have to go. If you don't go, I'll take it up with you."
At that moment, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar's forceful voice rang directly in Ye Lin's mind.
With blood baleful aura accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years, if he could absorb all of it, it might truly be enough to restore him completely.
Then, he would reappear in the Star River Cosmos.
Just thinking about it was enough to stir one's blood.
At the same time, the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor strapped to Ye Lin's back began to tremble in waves.
"Even you can no longer hold yourself back?"
Ye Lin gripped the sword hilt and muttered to himself. It seemed he had no choice but to make a trip to the Tenth Domain.
For their sake, and for his own. He cultivated the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art—wasn't this blood pool also a tremendous opportunity for him?
"Get up. Lead the way."
Looking at Su Yun, who resembled a resentful woman, Ye Lin could not help but lash out and give him a hard kick.