"Could it be that you caused the great massacre ten thousand years ago?"
Ren Wopiao turned his head to look at Li Huahun, asking curiously.
There was a massacre that enveloped the Ancient Wilderness ten thousand years ago, but the Eastern Lands suffered the least; the impact was minimal.
Could the reason the Eastern Lands suffered less be because it is the homeland of Li Huahun?
Li Huahun walked to the tombstone and shattered it with one palm. Beneath the tombstone lay a skeleton that had been dead for who knows how many years.
He swept the skeleton into his sleeve, a trace of reluctance flashing in his eyes.
He slowly turned around and said to Su Yie, "This is the Spirit Blood Pool, transformed from countless Blood Spirit Worms. I have nourished them for nearly a hundred years. I have already removed the impurities and primordial substances; only spiritual energy remains in the pool. If you can absorb it, breaking through to the Immortal Destiny Realm won't be difficult."
