“Yong Heyu’s actions were calculated that day!” Lu Yun frowned ferociously. It was now apparent that even had Bloodbath not uprooted the Ling Clan, Yong Heyu would’ve found a way to reveal the aura of a dao weapon and gather cultivators throughout the land at the Iron Pagoda Mountain.

“Is a blood sacrifice needed to enter the mountain?” The possibility occurred to Lu Yun.

The survivors gaped in the next second. Although it was late at night, the sky was so radiant that it seemed no different from day. The earth was as if a sponge, absorbing the fresh blood from its surface with a speed visible to the naked eye. The blood soaked earth returned to normal in the span of a breath; there wasn’t even the scent of gore left.

“What a terrifying method! This isn’t a regular blood sacrifice formation!” A latter soul separation powerhouse was the strongest out of the survivors. He was in slightly poor form as he looked back at the mountain...