Before long, someone emerged from the Sea of Blood.
He respectfully approached the Demon Emperor. "Your Majesty, after absorbing it for a short while, my body stopped reacting. My bloodline should have finished coalescing."
"Clearly, this Sea of Blood doesn't mean much to those who don't practice body tempering."
He could feel its power.
It had helped him.
But the benefit was not all that great.
Demon Emperor Daochen nodded. "No matter. Every bit of strength gained counts."
As more and more people emerged, Demon Emperor Daochen could feel the power of the Sea of Blood growing weaker and weaker.
The last to emerge was actually the Lord of Fate.
The body this fellow had refined was truly extraordinary. He had taken the path of body tempering as well.
Although his gains were not as great as the Demon Emperor's, his strength had still advanced by leaps and bounds.
The Lord of Fate laughed heartily. "Thank you, Your Majesty. My strength has more than doubled."
"The power of the Sea of Blood truly lives up to its reputation."
"With my current strength, I believe I can exchange a few blows with the Lord of Light and the others."
He looked at the Lord of Light with a hint of provocation.
Clearly, he wanted to test himself against him.
The Lord of Light had emerged very early.
All these Gods of the Void had emerged very early.
Their strength lay in their soul cultivation.
They cared little about their bodies.
Precisely for that reason, although the power of the Sea of Blood seemed tempting, it did not actually do much for them.
More importantly, Demon Emperor Daochen could clearly sense that the two of them were deliberately hiding something.
Thus, he did not stop the Lord of Fate from provoking them.