Anwen’s expression changed drastically, almost as though he had sensed it as well. He brought out some sort of board-like metallic object. The lustrous time was covered in pulsing runes that looked like they were forming a profound principle.

Qianye’s focus had been completely attracted by the River of Blood. He moved against the flow with relative ease and soon arrived at the source of the river, where he felt that the change was taking place.

The moment he had captured the aura of the river, he sensed several extremely powerful consciousnesses casting their gazes over. And they weren’t vampire experts!

This was an inexplicable sensation, something that shouldn’t be happening. Yet Qianye knew that his senses couldn’t be wrong and Anwen’s reaction also served as proof. This also meant that it wasn’t only the vampires who had sensed the commotion in the River of Blood.

The strength of this tremor was irrefutable; even Qianye didn’t cause such a ruckus during his breakthrough to the duke rank. Comparatively, he only managed to stir up some waves.

A thought flickered through...