Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of crashing sounds echoed within the tower.
The area where Zhou Xuan stood was bathed in a fiery red glow.
An ancient well emerged from the ground inside the tower, and Zhou Xuan was standing right at its edge.
The Blood Well had surfaced!
The tantalizing allure of the remains of the eight incense sticks was too great—heaven desired it, Zhou Xuan desired it, the Divine Revelation and the Blood Well desired it too...
The Blood Well beneath Zhou Xuan roiled with boiling blood, which transformed into two long tendrils that coiled tightly around his legs.
At once, Zhou Xuan's stance became as steady as if he had taken root, offsetting the power of the sixteen threads and standing firmly on the ground.
"Cut the threads!"
Zhou Xuan gritted his teeth, gripping the Bone Teeth dagger with an outstretched arm and slashing at the threads, but those threads—whatever they were made of—resisted, and even the Bone Teeth could not sever them.
