Mo Shang felt no concern whatsoever about the savage energy eating away at him in the Blood Pool. On the contrary, he was thrilled.
From the very beginning, he had discovered that the savage, bloodthirsty energy invading his body could be refined and absorbed with ease under the suppression of the chaos flame, ultimately becoming his own strength.
In fact, Mo Shang was one of the few trial participants who could spare the attention to carefully sense the others' conditions. Under his watch, the many geniuses who had entered the Blood Pool with him were consumed by the energy within them one after another, their bodies bursting apart. All their strength, blood, vitality, and souls merged into the Blood Pool.
Though it made his skin crawl, Mo Shang had prepared himself for this when he decided to infiltrate the Hall of Souls. After spending so much time there, he had long since grown accustomed to its methods.
He had to admit that, as a reward for the victors of the Hall of Souls' main headquarters trial, the Blood Pool's effects were frighteningly potent.
Mo Shang had originally possessed only the strength of a four-star Dou Zong, yet after just half a month in the Blood Pool, he had already broken through to the seven-star Dou Zong realm!
Such a terrifying pace of advancement was simply unheard of.
"Too bad. If the energy in this Blood Pool weren't so terrifying, this really would be a rare treasure land..."
But Mo Shang also knew that a place like this could never be replicated. Leaving everything else aside, he had seen the bones carpeting this underground space-the price of creating the Blood Pool. Cultivating such a pool inevitably required sacrificing cultivators and extracting the Dou Qi from their bodies through utterly inhuman methods...