"People!"
"How can there be so many people!"
"They... is this an immortal cultivation sect?"
Su Changsheng felt his throat go dry. Horror drained the color from his heart, and his voice was painfully strained as he asked.
"Hahaha, quite a shock, isn't it? The first time I saw a spirit field, I was even more shocked than you."
Bai Cang burst out laughing, seemingly having waited for this very moment. Only after a long while did he rein in his smile, shake his head, and continue:
"No, these aren't the humans and immortal cultivation sects of legend."
"This is our Wolf Pack's spirit field."
"Those 'humans' you see are merely members of the Demon Race practicing a simplified version of the Forked Path Turtle Breath Art..."
As it turned out, this so-called spirit field consisted of practitioners of the Forked Path Turtle Breath Art imprisoned within a formation.
Since this place was a Human Tomb, it contained vast quantities of human aura. In particular, the grayish-white substance deep beneath the soil was ideal nourishment for cultivating the Forked Path Turtle Breath Art.
Moreover, the Forked Path Turtle Breath Art used here was an extremely simplified version that had undergone several revisions, making cultivation very fast.
"Once these fellows cultivate to a certain realm, that black blood forms inside them. Some call it black blood, some call it grave blood, and some simply call it human blood. Here in the Right Stronghold, though, we generally call it spirit blood."
"Spirit blood contains a trace of human nature. Once it's processed a little to remove the contamination, advanced-level members of the Demon Race like us can absorb it. It can also be used to refine pills, make talismans, and so on."
"Spirit blood is very precious. It's essentially become a necessity