After listening to the Blood God's account, Xuan Yuanjun pondered for a while before asking, "What do you think of this formation now?"
"In my view, the Longevity Daoist is probably injured. He's collecting this essence blood aura to heal his wounds," the Blood God said.
"Couldn't it be to increase his internal power?" Shentu Kuanglang asked.
"That's certainly possible, but I don't think it's very likely," the Blood God said. "With his strength, how much stronger could he become even by using this essence blood? Not everyone is like me, able to squeeze every last benefit out of essence blood."
Shentu Kuanglang asked no more questions. That was true enough.
Given the Longevity Daoist's strength, improving further certainly wouldn't be easy.
And when it came to using essence blood to enhance his power, the Longevity Daoist was no match for the Blood God.
So using essence blood to increase his internal power clearly wasn't the Longevity Daoist's best option.
"Xuan Yuanjun, what do you think, then?" the Demon God asked, looking at him.
"His injuries might be part of it. After all, when he failed back then, he must have suffered a backlash from the formation and been badly injured. But I think this business with the essence blood is still part of his preparations for activating the grand formation in the end," Xuan Yuanjun said.
"There's not much point discussing this now," the Demon God said. "He's already got the essence blood. This was the third time. Surely he's gathered all he needs by now."
These old fellows all sighed inwardly.
Had they learned of this a little earlier, they might have been able to stop it.
After all, the Longevity Daoist hadn't acted in person. If they had really tried to stop it, they could have done