Feiyun gazed at the cliff with the runes again and said: “Could Her Excellency really be buried here?”

He was overwhelmed with emotions and wanted to pay respect to an idol.

“Don’t go, that is the blood of a saint. Just the slightest contact will meld you.” The turtle warned.

“If I can get a single drop of blood, maybe I can reach the eighth level.” He gazed at the fiery river of blood. Anything that fell down would be burned down to nothingness.

Though the turtle talked about horrifying the blood was, it still started scheming due to the blood’s preciousness. Its eyes darted back and forth with desire.

The blood was well-preserved due to the heavenwood. If it was placed anywhere else, it would have dried up long ago.

“Oh right, I can...