The disciples came forward holding a coral box filled with holes, and the blood-colored crystals inside pulsated like a heart.
"This was confiscated from the depths of the earth veins. We're not sure what it is, but it exudes a vast blood aura."
Jiang Shu raised an eyebrow, accepted the box, and flicked his fingers lightly. A thread of Returning Ruins Dao Rhythm penetrated the crystal cluster, forcing out the lurking demon soul.
The soul resembled an octopus, its tentacles' suckers still attached to the remnants of human cultivators' thoughts.
"It seems to be the condensation of blood aura, but it is filled with a peculiar atmosphere, likely part of the Demon Race's conspiracy, akin to the same lineage as those old Dragon Clan fellows."
Jiang Shu waved his sleeve to collect the crystal cluster, suddenly squinting towards the Southeast Sea Domain.
