Wang Xuan remained silent, his gaze fixed on the bottom of the pool, ready to dive in. From a distance, Zhou Qinghuang approached, concealing herself near the lake of thunder with Gu Mingxi's spirit in tow. "See? Your body is fine," she said. 0

Gu Mingxi was in no mood to engage. Fine? Bound by silver chains, her body scorched by lightning, marred by a terrible gash, and once even pierced through the heart by the chain!0

With a splash, Wang Xuan tossed Gu Mingxi's body into the pool, glancing back at Qi Chengdao reassuringly, "Don't worry, the blood pool will benefit her."0

Qi Chengdao's expression remained icy, offering no response. Far off, Gu Mingxi's spirit grew restless, tempted to rush over. Truly, it was a bitter moment for her. Damaged in body and spirit, captured, and now ignominiously dumped into the blood pool, it was a low point indeed.0

Reaching the bottom, Wang Xuan was astonished. The blood pool seemed like it had been created by a meteorite from beyond the skies, with clear signs at the base and remnants of extraordinary substances, hinting at powers close to reality.0

This discovery sent a shock through him. Could it be that a meteorite once carried such substances?1

"Let me think, who possesses formidable powers of thunder and lightning?" In an instant, his mind raced to the father of the red-dressed demoness, a supremely powerful Taoist immortal...0