Chapter 216: Blood-Colored Altar

"Wherever the Ghost Blood Butterfly passes, it will be displayed on this blood-colored parchment."

"My Ghost Blood Butterfly can fly over ten kilometers a day; in five days at most, it should be able to explore the entire Secret Realm."

"I can only wait a little longer."

"Ye Bai is truly like a cockroach that cannot be killed."

"Having collected so much blood, it is time to awaken the Blood Legion."

Compared to the Black Knight and the Red Knight, these two guardians, the Blood Legion is the true foundation of the Blood Saint Child.

However, summoning the Blood Legion requires the Blood Pool as a medium; the last time the Blood Saint Child was at the ceremony to summon the Demon God, the Black Water Giant Snake took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, and the whereabouts of the Blood Pool became unknown.

With no other choice, the Blood Saint Child could only empty out his treasury and exhaust his efforts to forge another one.

"However, it must be done at night when the yin energy is at its strongest."

A cold, biting smile appeared on the corner of the Blood Saint Child's mouth.

The Ice Rose encampment; those gathered here are all beautiful and flower-like contestants.

They were established by Wen Wen, who ranked first in the Fengchu Cup and holds the title of Flame Valkyrie.

Wen Wen's long hair is like a raging, burning flame; under the blowing of the Gale, this streak of fire-red long hair flutters wantonly in the wind.

Her right hand tightly grips a long spear shining with a fire-red radiance.

The spear tip is as sharp as a blade, pointing straight to the sky, as if it could even poke a big hole in the heavens. She wears a set of fire-red gilded armor; this armor is forged from Flame Iron, with complex runes and rose patterns engraved on its surface.

"The Red Bull Group, the Fools, and the Golden Sun have all begun to take action."

"We cannot sit and wait for death; once they grow stronger, they might take action against us."

These four forces were all built by people ranked in the top ten of the Phoenix Chick Cup.

Now they have temporarily reached a certain tacit understanding; once they eliminate the powerful lone wolves, they will naturally take action against other teams.

The final two teams will compete for the qualifying spots.

"Then, Wen Wen, what have you decided?"

"Are we going to be like them, find Ye Bai first, and eliminate him?"

A woman with ice-blue hair, with an ice-type Pet Beast floating around her like an ice cream cone, slowly spoke up.

She is Leng Shuang, ranked eighth in the Phoenix Chick Cup and known as Cold Winter.

Leng Shuang is holding a thick Magic Canon in her hands, flipping through it quickly.

"No, we are going to do the opposite."

"If others want to destroy him, we will protect him."

"I have a vague premonition that our path to success lies with Ye Bai."

"He is, after all, the first-place winner of the first and second rounds of the Young Kirin Cup, plus a Yun Luo whose depth is unknown."

"You must know that some Breeders are also veteran poison masters."

"Don't forget, who is Ye Bai's teacher?"

"It is the genius girl Zhang Lingxue."

"Our primary task now is to collect resources; do not spend too much time on infighting."

Wen Wen said decisively.

The fact that Ye Bai is Zhang Lingxue's closed-door disciple is very easy to find out if one wants to investigate.

In the forest.

Ye Bai watches as one chubby worm after another is greedily devouring leaves.

From time to time, they spit out a white, clay-like mass of worm silk from their mouths.

Each worm is as thick as Ye Bai's arm. Their mouthparts are like two sharp daggers, and the iron-hard Tieshu leaves are quickly gnawed into a pitted mess.

"Ye Bai, what is there to look at with these Exotic Beasts? Let's hurry up and get on our way."

The blue-haired one urged Ye Bai.

"Don't be impatient, I have discovered a group of interesting Exotic Beasts here."

"If we can handle them properly, just by relying on these Exotic Beasts, we have the possibility of taking the top spot in the third round."

"You know, the value of us Breeders lies in Pet Beast cultivation, Pet Beast evolution, Pet Beast advancement, and healing Pet Beasts."

"Do you know why this year's competition has set aside a separate round for us to enter the Secret Realm for a trial?"

"This is to let us use our eyes to discover every possibility, to prove that Breeders are not flowers in a greenhouse, and that even without laboratory equipment, we can conduct experiments and write papers in the Secret Realm."

Ye Bai took a sip of water and continued.

"On the surface, the Pet Beast Masters of the Phoenix Chick Cup are the main force, while the Breeders of the Young Kirin Cup are the support."

"But in reality, I don't think so."

"In fact, in the third round, the Breeders are the core figures of the team, and the Pet Beast Masters are the support."

"Breeders have a wide range of knowledge; they are familiar with all kinds of medicinal herbs."

"They are more likely to find treasures in the Secret Realm."

"While most Pet Beast Masters focus their minds on how to improve the strength of their Pet Beasts and how to command their Pet Beasts in battle."

"Even if a treasure walked right in front of them, they would probably turn a blind eye."

After hearing Ye Bai's analysis, the blue-haired one was dumbfounded.

He thought about it carefully, and it was indeed as Ye Bai said; the Breeders are the key to the third round.

Otherwise, why is it the Breeders who choose the Pet Beast Masters, and not the Pet Beast Masters who choose the Breeders?

This is the key point.

Late at night, when the Secret Realm is dark and windy, the stars are hidden, and only the faint moonlight barely penetrates the thick clouds to fall into the gloomy forest.

In a desolate valley, the branches of the trees sway in the night wind, making a rustling sound, as if they were whispering souls.

In the center of the valley stood an altar built from blood-red giant stones, its surface carved with Weird runes.

Blood Saint stood beside the altar, chanting an ancient incantation in a low voice; the sound echoed through the valley, and the blood-red Blood Pool swirled and descended into the sky above.

Blood-red gas traced out lines of runes in the air.

The blood-colored runes vibrated in mid-air, and ripples appeared across the space.

At this moment, Blood Saint held a dagger and slashed fiercely across the back of his hand.

Dark red blood dripped slowly along the dagger, falling onto the runes of the altar.

The blood-red runes seemed to be activated, their color becoming even more dazzling, reflecting and enhancing the runes in the sky.

The ritual had already begun, and the wind blew in.

The six blood-red crystals originally standing on the altar suddenly erupted with ghost-blue flames.

Seeing that the timing was right, Blood Saint chanted the prayer bestowed by the Demon God in a loud voice; his voice seemed to pierce through the entire night sky, and the light of the blood-red runes flared, resembling brilliant fire clouds and emitting a unique radiance.

As the incantation reached its end, the air around the runes began to distort, and the ripples became increasingly dense, as if some kind of power were being awakened.

Blood Saint waved his hand, and the Ghost Blood Butterflies flew up one after another, arranging themselves into a Weird pattern in the air; they spat out the blood essence they had collected from their mouths, sprinkling it onto the altar to form a shocking Blood Sea.

The red light on the altar suddenly surged, illuminating the entire valley like a scorching sun.

Above the altar, the space cracked open like an eggshell, and an ancient and powerful aura surged out from within.

I have no face to ask for votes, sigh, just watch my performance tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)