The Holy Emperor!
He was looking toward the Holy Emperor.
Could he have comprehended something from the Holy Emperor?
Storm-tossed waves surged through the Blood-Clothed Elder's heart. Yet the light on the Holy Emperor flashed and vanished, returning to stillness in an instant and leaving the Blood-Clothed Elder wondering whether his eyes had deceived him.
The Holy Emperor was the object of the Holy Spirit Cult's faith, much as the First-Generation Shrek Seven Devils were to Shrek Academy-a legendary deity. But no member of the Holy Spirit Cult would believe that someone could comprehend anything from the Holy Emperor's statue.
After all, it was only an ordinary statue. Generations of Holy Spirit Cult members had studied it without ever gaining any special insight, while this was only Jiang Hai's second visit to the holy plaza.
That light had vanished too quickly. Even the Blood-Clothed Elder could not be sure whether what he had seen was real.
Suddenly, a commotion rose from the crowd.
A group of over three hundred Soul Masters dressed in red approached. Although they had arrived together, they were divided into eight small, sharply distinct formations, each containing only twenty or thirty people. Yet every one of them exuded an immensely powerful aura.
Holy Spirit Cult Disciples.
Everyone knew that these were the Holy Spirit Cult Disciples participating in this Blood Trial.
The Blood Trial took place once every three years. Holy Spirit Disciples recommended by the various branch altars competed alongside the headquarters' Holy Spirit Cult Disciples. The top eight hundred and fifty-six became the new Holy Spirit Cult Disciples, retaining their positions until the next Blood Trial or... death!
There were over eight hundred Holy Spirit Cult Disciples in total, but only three hundred or so had arrived. Clearly, even their death rate was extremely