Inside the spatial storm.
Long Tianfeng arrived, only to find an entirely different world within. Numerous cultivators were stationed here, and an enormous gray gate stretched across the void, its surface engraved with countless profound runes.
Beneath the giant gate lay an enormous blood pool.
The blood pool was so vast that it resembled a blood-red star.
At that moment, Dragon Clan corpses were being transported into the blood pool, while streams of blood-red energy were slowly absorbed by the giant gate.
At the sight of those Dragon Clan corpses, a flicker of inner struggle appeared in Long Tianfeng's eyes, but determination soon replaced it.
"As long as you can help me attain Primordial Chaos, your sacrifices will be worthwhile. I will remember you all."
Long Tianfeng murmured.
Just then, several figures swept toward him from nearby.
Powerful God King auras emanated from them. Their leader, in particular, was a Supreme God King.
They were none other than the Dao King Clan's hidden reserves of strength.
"God King Molin, can the Primordial Chaos Gate be opened yet?"
Long Tianfeng looked at the Supreme God King leading them and asked.
God King Molin said indifferently, "We have heard all about what happened between you and the Heavenly Sword. Now that we no longer have your support, hunting the Dragon Clan has become considerably harder. I'm afraid opening the Primordial Chaos Gate will be very difficult."
Hearing this, Long Tianfeng's pupils contracted. "No! I sacrificed so much for the Primordial Chaos Gate. If it cannot be opened, wouldn't all those clansmen of mine have died in vain?!"
"I don't care what methods you use. You must open this Primordial Chaos Gate. That was what we agreed upon before we began cooperating."
Long Tianfeng grew somewhat agitated.
He had paid far too much.