The Far North lay sealed beneath ice for ten thousand miles, with scarcely a human footprint to be found.
And the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters was hidden right here.
At that moment, deep within the core of the underground Holy Spirit Cult.
A sinister palace, blood-red from top to bottom, was the residence of Leng Yulai, one of the Holy Spirit Cult's Four Heavenly Kings.
At the center of the palace.
There was an enormous pool of blood. The blood within was thick and pitch-black, soaking countless animals, artificially raised low-level Soul Beasts, and the corpses of ordinary people and Soul Masters.
These people had all been thrown into the blood pool by Evil Soul Masters to extract their blood essence. Every day, this pool devoured countless lives.
Leng Yulai's innate Martial Soul was the Dark Phoenix, and she needed to devour vast quantities of blood every day to cultivate.
Among the Holy Spirit Cult, Evil Soul Masters who cultivated by devouring only blood were already considered very normal.
Those who devoured souls and corpses were the truly twisted Evil Soul Masters.
Today happened to be Leng Yulai's once-every-three-days session of devouring blood essence, and a batch of cheap Soul Beasts acquired just today had also happened to be thrown into the blood pool. Everything was such a coincidence.
At that moment, in the center of the churning blood pool, a ten-year Wind Baboon covered in white fur lay quietly soaking, his eyes tightly shut.
But in the very next instant, the Wind Baboon, who had nearly been consumed by the blood pool, suddenly opened his eyes.
Those murky pupils, originally belonging to a low-level Soul Beast, now shone with an intelligence that did not belong to a Soul Beast.
It was none other than the reincarnated Yun Ming.
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