The blood instantly engulfed Yuan Weizhi completely, and the images in the video began to become intermittent. These were memories that Yuan Weizhi had forcibly recorded with his last wisp of divine sense. He had been floating in the Blood Soul Pool for ten days. On the first day, his Fate Soul essence began to be eroded by the blood.
On the second day, his meridians began to crack. On the third day, his cultivation level began to decline continuously. On the fourth day, his life was rewritten little by little. On the fifth day, the Anger and Aversion Origin continued to invade his Fate Soul along with the blood. On the sixth day, he could no longer hear his own heartbeat. On the seventh day, he almost forgot his own name. On the eighth day, he began to see the remnants of countless dead souls struggling in the sea of blood.
On the ninth day, he even saw the true scene of the entire inner world of the Layered Realm Void Great Emperor: joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, desire... the seven emotions gave rise to the seven races. Seven ancient trees carried the Seven Emotions Origin, and all of this originated from the Fate Soul world left behind by the Layered Realm Void Great Emperor.
On the tenth day, Yuan Weizhi's consciousness was on the verge of collapse, but at that moment, he suddenly lowered his head slowly and, through the churning blood, he vaguely saw the deepest part of the Blood Soul Pool, where... something indescribable was quietly sleeping. It had no aura, yet the entire Blood Soul Pool revolved around it slowly.
Just a glance from afar almost shattered Yuan Weizhi's Fate Soul. At the same time, a scroll exuding an ancient, chaotic aura slowly appeared in his consciousness. The book had no words, no title, yet it made him instantly understand the truth of the entire world.
The Wordless Heavenly Book of heaven, in the image, Yuan Weizhi used her last bit of divine sense to firmly memorize everything, and then the image began to blur rapidly. Before completely disappearing, Yuan Weizhi looked out of the image one last time, her voice extremely weak.
"Fellow Daoist Qin Fellow Daoist Qian, if you see this image, it means I have been completely Annihilation..." "If you can withstand this place..." "The Blood Soul Pool..." "Be very careful..." "The truly terrifying..." "is not the Blood Soul Pool..." "but..." The words trailed off.
The entire video abruptly ended, and the jade tablet, which had been suspended in mid-air, slowly lost its radiance and fell back into Qian Wenwan's palm. The entire Blood Soul Pool once again returned to a deathly silence.
Qian Wenwan slowly put away the jade tablet in her palm, her gaze falling once again on the churning Blood Soul Pool in the distance. Countless vengeful souls floated and sank in the sea of blood, their mournful wails still echoing faintly between heaven and earth.
She took a deep breath, her expression even more solemn than before, the worry still lingering between her brows. She said softly, "It seems... Fellow Daoist Yuan wanted to tell us in the end was that what's truly terrifying about this Blood Soul Pool isn't the Anger and Aversion Origin, but what's hidden at the bottom of the pool."
She slowly turned around and looked at Qin Yu beside her, her eyes filled with contemplation and worry. "Young Master Qin, what should we do next?" Qin Yu did not answer immediately, but simply stared at the crimson sea of blood, his gaze constantly scanning back and forth between the surface and the bottom of the pool. After a moment, he slowly spoke, "Fellow Daoist Yuan was willing to sacrifice himself to leave behind this image, which shows that the thing at the bottom of the pool is more important than the wrath itself."
"In that case, we absolutely cannot let it remain here any longer." As he said this, his gaze gradually hardened, and his voice became more composed. "Whatever it is, we must retrieve it and see what secrets it holds."
"But... this Blood Soul Pool is too strange. Entering rashly might lead to repeating the mistakes of Fellow Daoist Yuan." Qian Wenwan nodded slightly, gripping the Compassionate Joy Divine Sword tightly, her expression becoming serious. "Yes, we don't have much time left. Although that old man escaped, he was, after all, the last of the seven emotions, 'desire'."
If he recovers, he will always be a huge threat to us. We must find the secret here as soon as possible and then completely return him to his origin.
Qin Yu slowly withdrew his gaze, re-examined his surroundings, and said in a low voice, "No seal is without a foundation. Such a massive Blood Soul Pool could not have existed out of thin air; it must have a place to open, close, or even suppress its origin."
As he spoke, he gently raised his hand, and the Silent Beginning Ring Master Soul Diagram slowly began to circulate once more deep within his sea of consciousness. Faint ring patterns silently spread, beginning to gradually extend throughout the entire underground space. "Shopkeeper Qian, let's split up and search. We don't need to go far. If we find anything unusual, we'll immediately send a telepathic message."
Qian Wenwan smiled slightly and nodded gently. Although her smile carried a hint of weariness, it remained gentle and firm. "Okay, be careful." The two then slowly walked off in different directions.
The entire underground world was eerily quiet. Qin Yu walked slowly through the ancient stone corridors, the walls on both sides covered with dried dark red bloodstains, and countless ancient murals recorded the sacrificial rites once held by the Blazing Erosion Clan.
In the mural, countless cultivators kneel before the Blood Soul Pool, dripping their essence blood into the pool bit by bit, and finally throwing themselves into the sea of blood with fanatical expressions, letting themselves become part of the pool.
The deeper one goes, the more crazed the figures in the murals become. In the end, everyone's face displays the same eerie yet satisfied smile. Qin Yu gently runs his hand across the wall; the ancient patterns still show no fluctuations in formations, nor any trace of mechanisms.
He then explored dozens of side halls, altars, and stone chambers, even carefully examining every crack deep underground, but after a complete round, he still found nothing. It was as if the entire Blood Soul Pool was naturally formed, without any formations, seals, or mechanisms, only that sea of blood that would never dry up.
Just as Qin Yu slowly stopped and frowned slightly, the jade pendant at his waist suddenly vibrated gently.
A gentle yet slightly surprised voice slowly entered his ears. "Young Master Qin, come and take a look." It was Qian Wenwan.
Qin Yu's expression shifted slightly. Without the slightest hesitation, his figure instantly transformed into a streak of light, swiftly following the aura emanating from Yu Jian. In just a few breaths, he arrived before an ancient hall hidden behind the Blood Soul Pool.
The entire hall was completely different from the blood-soaked buildings outside. The hundreds-of-foot-tall hall doors were half-closed, and there was no trace of blood surging inside. Instead, it exuded an ancient and profound sense of history.
Qin Yu slowly stepped in. The moment his gaze fell upon the scene, even with his composure, he paused slightly. The entire hall was filled with all sorts of divine weapons and magical artifacts.
Ancient swords floated silently in mid-air, their blades imbued with the ancient Daoist aura left by time; divine spears were thrust diagonally into the dark stone platform, their blades still gleaming coldly, as if ready to pierce the heavens and earth at any moment; ancient bells, bronze tripods, divine seals, battle halberds, feather fans, jade rulers... countless treasures were neatly displayed on both sides.
Each one exuded extremely powerful primal energy, and many of these magical artifacts even retained the Fate Soul essence of their owners from their previous lives, as if they had only been dormant for millions of years and could awaken again at any moment.
Strangely, none of the numerous divine weapons were taken away; they remained silently, as if guarding something, or waiting for something. Qian Wenwan was standing at the deepest part of the main hall at this moment.
She held a yellowed ancient painting in her arms. Seeing Qin Yu approach, she gently raised her head, her eyes filled with barely concealed shock. "Young Master Qin," she said softly, handing him the painting, her voice low but tinged with doubt, "Take a look at this painting."
Qin Yu took the scroll and slowly unfurled it. As the scroll gradually unfolded, a complete painting slowly appeared before the two of them. The scene in the painting... was none other than the Blood Soul Pool outside. However, what stunned the two of them was that the Blood Soul Pool in the painting contained not a single drop of blood.
The entire Blood Soul Pool is just a huge, bottomless black pit. The surrounding stone walls are intact, and ancient patterns can even be clearly seen at the bottom of the pool, extending all the way to the very center.
What truly made Qin Yu's pupils shrink slightly was that, in the center of the scroll, at the bottom of the deep pit, there was an ancient altar quietly placed. On the altar, it seemed that something was being offered, but the scroll was already missing a corner, and the most important part had been torn off, leaving only a few blurry outlines at the edge.
Qian Wenwan gently bit her lip, slowly raised her head to look at Qin Yu, her voice tinged with contemplation. "Young Master Qin, have you discovered it?" Qin Yu's gaze remained fixed on the empty pit. After a long silence, he slowly said, "I have."
He gently stroked the edge of the scroll, his gaze gradually sharpening. "This Blood Soul Pool..." "Originally, there was no blood at all." "Or rather..." "This place wasn't originally a Blood Soul Pool." The entire hall fell into a deathly silence once more, while the ancient painting remained quietly unfolded between the two, waiting for them to uncover the truth that had been buried millions of years ago.