Listening to the two converse, Chu Ling, who had remained silent all along, suddenly spoke up, her tone brimming with shock.
An assault on the Blood Pool—that was a plan led and organized by several top demonic sects. And all those taking part were Demonic Cultivators, each one an outstanding prodigy of the demonic path.
Moreover, only Demonic Cultivators could participate. If anyone else got involved, they would die even if death did not claim them outright.
After all, when the time came, the only way to distinguish friend from foe would be this: those who cultivated demonic arts stood on the right; everyone else was an enemy.
After all, those who walked the pure path of demonic cultivation would be shrouded in incomparably dense Blood Baleful aura.
Most Demonic Cultivators entered the Dao through blood and proved the Dao through slaughter. As for whatever other crooked side paths existed, that could be discussed later.
"Hm?"
Hearing the extreme shock in Chu Ling's voice, Ye Lin immediately frowned and looked at her.
"They're attacking the Blood Pool to seize its inexhaustible Blood Baleful aura, using it to nourish themselves. You two..."
Chu Ling fell silent halfway through. That heaven-piercing Blood Baleful aura was a tremendous opportunity for Demonic Cultivators, but for other cultivators, it was a calamity to be avoided at all costs.
No one knew how much resentment had accumulated within that Blood Pool. Once it was opened, Blood Baleful aura would soar into the heavens and resentment would surge skyward. Such a sight was a great calamity for cultivators of the immortal path. Once contaminated by it, they would be doomed beyond redemption.
Cultivators of the immortal path advocated letting no karma cling to their bodies, keeping themselves wholly pure.
Demonic path cultivators, meanwhile, embraced having ten thousand