This blood pool was called the Ogre Blood Pool. They threw the corpses of dead ogres into it, and the pool refined their bones and flesh into countless streams of bloodwater, which other ogres could soak in and absorb their power from.
With a wave of his hand, a black energy barrier spread out once more. Zhao Fu had no desire to let others learn his secret. If the densely packed totems on his back were revealed, they would be enough to scare a crowd half to death.
After taking off his clothes, Zhao Fu entered the Ogre Blood Pool. He thought that since it contained the essence of countless ogres, absorbing it should allow him to gain an ogre totem.
Zhao Fu currently possessed twenty-three totems in total. Among the foreign races, there were thirty-four great clans, meaning he still needed to obtain eleven more kinds of totems. If he acquired the totems of all the major foreign races, he would surely awaken the foreign races' supreme Emperor Star.
Zhao Fu thought that if he awakened the Emperor Stars of all eight major races of Apocalypse, together with his natal star, the Yinghuo Emperor Star, there would be nine Emperor Stars in all. Nine Emperor Stars hanging in the sky and shining upon the world—just imagining it was enough to feel shaken.
There was also the matter of the Chaotic Realm, which needed to be properly dealt with. It was impossible for him to obtain something as heaven-defying as the Eight Forbidden Blood Art and simply leave it there unused.
By then, Zhao Fu would also have the eight primary world origin stars—the eight suns of the Chaotic Realm—as Emperor Stars. That sight would be even more magnificent.
Of course, all that lay in the future. For now, Zhao