Blacktooth Campsite.

Numerous participants had set out and entered the secret passageway which led to the Spring of Sin.

Only Shi Chuge sat cross-legged on the ground as he wiped Bloodsky with gentle strokes. The ancient spear seemed as if it had been soaking in the blood of the gods, and it was suffused by a dark red glow while a spot of blood red could be seen on the tip of it, causing it to seem like a blood red eye that yearned to feast on blood.

Shi Chuge’s figure was thin yet he seemed tall, handsome, and had an extraordinary bearing. He was like an expanse of gorgeous landscape that was covered in the spirit of the world while staying aloof from the mortal world. He seemed peerless and extraordinary.

However, unlike in the past, there was a rare expression of contemplation in his eyes.

He hated such a feeling because he was used to days of cultivating, slaughtering, and wiping off the blood from his spear on his own.

Besides that, he was indifferent towards everything else.

However, he had no choice but to contemplate right now.

“What’re you thinking about?” A warm voice resounded as a tall old man had suddenly appeared before...