A broad clearing outside the Abyss was covered with flags of every color.
The gullies in the ground formed a complex, mysterious, irregular pattern, with streaks of blood-colored shadow dancing through it. Han Shuo stood at its center, his eyes closed and his lips silent, continually casting rays of light from his hands onto the flags scattered in every direction.
A gloomy, icy aura slowly flowed from the flags. Strange power clung to the blood-colored shadows, gradually gathering in the gullies ahead...
Suddenly, dreadful, piercing howls rose from the gullies. Sinister light blazed within them, as though something was undergoing a transformation...
Outside, Behemoth, Bode, Qiniya, and the others watched these changes in bewilderment, not understanding what was happening at all. Only Han Shuo's disciple Blood Spirit, whom Han Shuo had taught the basics of the Demonic Cultivation Art, had a vague idea of what was going on.
"What is Han Shuo doing?" Jiebier murmured to herself, her brows slightly furrowed in confusion.
"Master is refining artifacts," Blood Spirit answered softly upon hearing her murmur.
Everyone who heard Blood Spirit, including Behemoth, abruptly turned their eyes toward Han Shuo, their gazes full of curiosity. Jiebier asked, "Refining artifacts? What does that mean?"
"It's similar to forging weapons, but more complicated. Besides certain special materials, it also requires demonic essence and natal blood essence. It's truly remarkable." Blood Spirit watched excitedly as blood shot from Han Shuo's fingers in arrowlike streams, explaining without thinking.
The others around him remained utterly baffled by his explanation. Even Behemoth, the Abyss Realm's last Demon King, did not understand what was happening and deeply furrowed his brows.
Blood Spirit said nothing more. His eyes shone as he watched intently while Han Shuo refined demonic artifacts with his mind, imprinting every gesture and hand seal deeply