The True Lords who had broken in, the hundred-odd Crystal Mo Tribe monsters drawn here, the magic power scattered throughout the fighting, the shattered Rules Threads, the burning remnant souls and essence blood-all of them were materials for the furnace.
"This is the handiwork of a true pinnacle Blood Path expert." Qing Chen sighed inwardly. "Even dead and reduced to scraps, he still had to stir up something big... What a Blood Fiend."
He had cultivated for over two hundred years, fighting his way from an ordinary mortal to the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, and considered his attainments in the Blood Path far from shallow. Yet compared with the Rebirth Furnace before him, his little tricks were like a child playing with mud.
This was the true Blood Path: everything in heaven and earth could serve as fuel, and the flesh and blood of all living beings could serve as firewood.
Dead for over forty thousand years, yet he could still toy with more than a dozen Nascent Soul True Lords and a hundred-odd fourth-tier Crystal Mo Tribe monsters in the palm of his hand.
Marvel though he might, Qing Chen had never been one to sit and await death.
Inside his sleeve, his five fingers tightened around the Demon Banner's restrictions. He slowly activated the immortality true blood within him, keeping the two Fire Seed Fragments firmly under his control.
Just then, the Fire Lingzhu spinning in midair in the distance suddenly shuddered violently.
Across its surface, three-colored flames intertwined and coiled, spinning faster and burning fiercer until, in the blink of an eye, they became a wheel of fire several zhang across.
Immediately afterward, a massive pillar of fire blasted out of the Fire Lingzhu, crashing straight toward the dome overhead, shrouded in crystal cores and the light