After Lingyun stated his request.
The scene fell into a deathly silence once again.
Only the heavy breathing of the ancestral shamans could be heard rising and falling.
I don't know how much time passed.
Dijiang's somewhat hoarse voice slowly rose to the surface...
"senior."
"The Pangu Blood Pool is a forbidden area for our clan."
"Could you change your terms?"
Ling Yun shook his head expressionlessly.
"no!"
Dijiang: "..."
Dijiang felt like he had punched cotton, which was extremely uncomfortable.
But if Ling Yun were to enter the Pangu Blood Pool...
Dijiang was unwilling from the bottom of his heart.
Just when the two sides were at a stalemate.
Zhu Jiuyin's voice slowly echoed in the hearts of all the Ancestral Witches...
"Big brother."
"The Blood Pool was formed from the essence and blood of the Father God."
"Foreigners cannot even get close, let alone enter."
"Even if one forces their way in, they will surely be annihilated by the Father God's essence and blood."
"We can also take this opportunity to test whether this Liangtian is from the Wu tribe."
"If they are indeed from the witch clan, then it wouldn't be considered a violation of the prohibition..."
"......"
As Zhu Jiuyin's words continued to ring out.
The expressions of the ancestral witches softened considerably.
After a moment of contemplation.
As if he had made up his mind, Dijiang spoke.
"In that case..."
"We will grant your request."
"But the blood pool has natural barriers, making it not only difficult to approach but also fraught with danger."
"Don't say we didn't warn you!"
Ling Yun nodded indifferently and said lazily.
"Don't worry."
"Even if you die in the Pangu Blood Pool, my brother won't cause you any trouble."
Dijiang: "..."
......
Under the leadership of the ancestral shamans, including Dijiang.
Ling Yun stepped leisurely into the Pangu Temple.
The moment I stepped inside.
Ling Yun's heart skipped a beat, and a surge of emotion welled up within him.
This tremor originated from a huge pool of blood in the center of the temple.
No need to ask further.
This blood pool must be the legendary Pangu Blood Pool.
The blood pool is located on a crimson platform in the central area.
The platform was separated from the area below by ninety-nine massive, blood-red steps...
When Ling Yun stepped onto the first blood-red step, he suddenly stopped.
He could clearly feel a sense of oppression descending upon him.
But soon.
The oppressive feeling vanished without a trace, replaced by a sense of warmth.
However, in the eyes of Dijiang and other ancestral witches...
As Ling Yun stepped onto the first step, his body trembled and he froze on the spot.
Upon seeing this.
Houtu couldn't help but feel a sense of worry.
On the other hand, Zhu Rong revealed a strong look of mockery and couldn't help but sneer.
"Measuring the heavens".
"If you can't bear this pressure, then you should back out now."
"Don't mess things up and kill yourself!"
"Either you tell us how to save the witch clan first..."
These words were spoken.
Dijiang frowned, about to reprimand him.
But Houtu was even faster than him.
Houtu raised her eyebrows and shouted angrily.
"Zhurong".
"Senior, you are the one I invited to save the witch clan from their predicament."
What exactly do you want?
At this moment, Houtu resembled an angry lioness.
Zhu Rong had never seen Hou Tu like this before, and couldn't help but shrink back, reluctantly admitting his mistake and saying nothing more.
But Zhu Rong felt even more annoyed with Ling Yun.
And at that very moment.
Ling Yun, who had been keeping his head down and silent, slowly raised his head and smiled.
"interesting!"
As they were talking.
Ling Yun slowly stepped onto the second blood-red staircase...
......
After stepping onto the second blood-red step.
Ling Yun remained silent for even longer.
This only intensified the mockery in Zhu Rong's eyes and the worry in Hou Tu's eyes.
But what Zhu Rong and his companions didn't expect was...
Ling Yun opened his eyes and stepped onto the third step.
Ling Yun didn't stop for a moment, and even walked faster and faster...
It took less than an incense stick to burn.
Lingyun then arrived at the ninety-ninth step.
We're just one step away from reaching the summit!
Zhu Rong and the other ancestral witches stared blankly at this scene, their heads buzzing.
If Ling Yun could take so long to climb the first and second steps, how could he possibly climb the ninety-ninth step so quickly?
Could it be that Ling Yun was acting out their role before?
Is it necessary?
While Zhu Rong and the other ancestral witches were filled with various thoughts.
Ling Yun slowly lifted his foot and stepped onto the last step.
Just as Ling Yun's feet landed...
A sudden change has occurred!
......
"Buzz!"
The high platform, along with the hundred steps on the ground, all erupted with intense crimson light.
Blood-red runes shot into the sky, staining the entire hall a crimson hue.
"This is?"
The group of ancestral witches stared blankly at this scene.
They had cultivated in the Pangu Temple for countless years and had never seen such a scene.
But before they could think any further...
Mutation and regeneration!
"Gurgle!"
"Gurgle!"
"Gurgle!"
"......"
Suddenly, bubbles appeared in the once calm blood pool, as if the water were boiling.
That's not all!
As time went on.
More and more bubbles rose from the blood pool.
Until a certain moment.
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