"The target set for us above is one thousand—an entire tenfold difference. If you fail to gather enough, I'll use your lives to make up the shortfall. Move."
After the young man spoke, the surrounding Demonic Cultivators scattered in all directions.
"Phew."
The young man forcibly suppressed his fury as he stared at the light screen before him.
Originally, the four great sects had assigned them the task of gathering one thousand Blood Crystals refined from the blood and flesh essence of prodigies, in order to help revive the long-sealed imperial son of their demonic path.
But now, there was a full tenfold gap.
With the Blood Pool's blood qi and those so-called minor cultivators, gathering one thousand Blood Crystals should have been absurdly easy. He could even have skimmed a little for himself.
But now, everything was gone. For some unknown reason, the entire Blood Pool had dried up, yet they had only refined a few dozen Blood Crystals.
He felt cheated. Hundreds of thousands of years of accumulation, and this was all there was?
If he failed to produce one thousand Blood Crystals this time, he did not even dare imagine how the sect would punish him. After all, for the sake of this grand plan, the sect had even given him the supreme-grade Sovereign artifact, the Array-Breaking Awl.
It was all gone. Completely gone.
"Ahh~"
At that moment, the young man even felt like dying.
Elsewhere, Ye Lin stared at the little figure standing barefoot before him in a green dress, his face full of astonishment.
"Luo Yao?"
That was right. The little girl before him was Luo Yao. Ever since arriving in the Central Domain, Luo Yao had vanished without a word.
He had thought they would never meet again, yet Luo Yao had returned—and saved