He Pingsheng understood, and he knew a little about the rules here.
In ancient times, the Witch Race had flourished.
Throughout the Divine Realm, any other race could become their blood food.
Back then, they had ample food, and their blood supplies were quickly replenished.
The disciples of the Witch Race cultivated extremely quickly. By waging wars and other means, they slaughtered beings of other races.
Great demons fell one after another.
Countless corpses of the Demon Race were refined into essence blood and sent back to the tribe, poured into the Blood Pool for Witch Race disciples to consume for cultivation.
But as time passed, the Witch Race's strength in the Divine Realm continued to decline, until they could no longer wage wars abroad to plunder blood food.
Now their circumstances were growing ever more difficult.
Without blood food, their disciples could not cultivate.
The fighting strength of the entire race declined!
Then, as their fighting strength weakened, blood food became even harder to find, and the race's fighting strength fell still further.
Under these circumstances, it was already a tremendous stroke of luck that the Witch Race had survived until now without going extinct.
All the more so now that the entire Divine Realm had confined them to the Heavenly Witch Continent!
Still, there was a way.
The various tribes tacitly agreed to secretly open their ancestral burial grounds, allowing outside cultivators to enter and search for Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.
The price was that every cultivator who entered had to pay the tribe a certain contribution.
And the specific substance required for this contribution was essence blood.
Many tribes used this method to sustain their race's future.
Though it was called a tribe, what He Pingsheng saw was a city.
The little city was not large,