*Shua*
When they entered the pool of blood in the form of rays of light, the water flowed and coiled around each of them and teleported them all away.
Ning Fan carried with him a thin piece of fiery-red dragon scale that was labelled with the number seventeen.
Each of the cultivators who enters the pool would be given a piece of dragon scale by Elder Chu and the dragon scales were individually labelled with different numbers. After they enter the pool, it would transport them to different areas.
Just as the teleportation light faded, Ning Fan reappeared. In a flash, he was already at the waterless territory located at the bottom of the blood pool.
There was a deep and quiet pool that was nearly hundreds of thousands of zhang* (3.33 m per zhang) deep above him. He stepped on the wet red soil. When he looked around, he realized that it was actually a swamp filled with mist of blood.
