"What was going on?" Daoist Mohe and Daoist Linghua both frowned deeply, questions piling up in their hearts.
Zhang Kun, meanwhile, was utterly at ease. Seeing the Spiritually Aware Wild Monkey point toward the bubbling river of blood, he said directly, "Wanru, calculate this river of blood."
Upon receiving the order, Hua Wanru's expression did not change. A trace of sharpness flashed through her cool face, and then she formed hand seals and began murmuring something.
Next, golden radiance began to shine from the crown of her head. It vanished in an instant, dispersing like smoke.
Hua Wanru seemed to have obtained an answer and said calmly, "There is no danger in this river of blood. And strictly speaking..."
As she continued, Hua Wanru's voice grew softer and softer.
The Shaoyang Palace disciples nearby had no idea what Hua Wanru had said. They only saw that as soon as she stopped speaking, Zhang Kun burst into laughter, divine power swirling from his hand as it surged toward the river of blood.
"Rise for me!" Zhang Kun laughed loudly. Then, under his control, the entire river of blood began to churn, spiral, and soar into the air.
"Condense!"
Zhang Kun's magical power was boundless; handling a mere river of blood was simplicity itself. Under his control, the river of blood gradually gathered, gathered bit by bit.
Until, in the end, the entire river of blood condensed into a crimson bead.
The blood bead seemed to be dripping blood. Looking closely, was it not a divine artifact emanating an immensely terrifying power?
The surrounding river of blood had become completely empty, all of it gathered into this bead.
Seeing this, the people of Shaoyang Palace could no longer remain calm.
No wonder the Spiritually Aware Wild Monkey had pointed toward this river