The ancient battlefield in the Netherworld, the tomb of the Human Race Emperors.
Chu Xisheng's attempt to refine the baleful spirits here into God-Slaying Blood Astral Force had gone no further than a tentative taste.
The baleful spirits here were still far too powerful, powerful enough to crush his primordial spirit.
It was like a child trying to lift something as heavy as a mountain-utterly overestimating himself.
But Chu Xisheng did not withdraw his God-Slaying Blood Astral Force, allowing those blood-colored threads to spread through the void.
This was because Chu Xisheng had discovered that once he stabilized his God-Slaying Blood Astral Force, the three million baleful spirits within it actually began assimilating in reverse.
More God-Slaying Blood Astral Force of a similar nature kept joining it naturally, merging together.
That was something to look forward to.
After all, even a single baleful spirit in this ancient battlefield surpassed his God-Slaying Blood Astral Force in strength, obsession, and baleful force.
Even if he ultimately assimilated only a dozen or so, the divine might of his God-Slaying Blood Astral Force would increase tremendously.
And there would be no repercussions; he would be able to command it as easily as his own limbs.
Holding his Astral Authority Seal in his hand, Chu Xisheng had already arrived before Gouchen's divine corpse.
From the moment they entered this ancient battlefield, the Astral Authority Seal's artifact spirit had been unusually restless.
Chu Xisheng had had more important things to do earlier and had kept suppressing it.
As Chu Xisheng approached, he actually discovered wisps of blood-colored spiritual light seeping from Gouchen's finger, first flowing into Chu Xisheng's Divine Covenant Heavenly Stele, then permeating the Astral Authority Seal.
-This was actually the origin essence of Gouchen's divine power.
It was of the same nature as the