Beneath a desolate mountain, a hundred thousand miles from the Blood Spirit Pavilion.
Here, the area underground has been excavated by human hands, resulting in a vast subterranean space.
All around, extremely dim flames flicker, temporarily dispelling the darkness below.
At the center, there lies a lake.
A lake filled with blood.
Endless blood churns within the lake, emanating a very strong smell of blood.
In the center of the lake, there stands a stone platform.
On the platform sits an elder.
The elder's posture is hunched, his clothes disheveled, sitting motionless in the center of the Blood Lake, exuding an exceedingly strong oppressive aura.
Around the Blood Lake are members of the Blood Spirit Demon Clan.
Like the elder, they all sit crossed-legged on the ground, completely still.
An ordinary person would not know what this group is doing.
