Fu Changsheng frowned slightly, he could feel an overwhelming pressure contained within that red stone. Though it was formless, it inspired a sense of awe in people.
"Father, this is...."
The lowest cultivated Fu Yongyi subconsciously stepped back several steps, his face slightly pale, obviously intimidated by that pressure.
Fu Changsheng's gaze turned to the Four-winged Red Python coiled on Yaoyao's arm. The red python hissed a few times, and after communicating with it for a long time, Yaoyao finally said:
"Father, Little Red says that when it was born, this red stone appeared here. It vaguely remembers that the original pool's water was also blood-red, and later, after it absorbed and refined it, the original blood pool turned into a clear pool."
