The central region of the Dark Marshlands was different from the perilous Black Earth Continent.
This place was different from what many people imagined it to be. It was described by outsiders as the most terrifying and vile place in the world, but it was as mesmerizing as a holy land.
White cranes flew above this holy land, chirping joyfully in the blue sky. Divine mountains over ten thousand feet tall rose from the ground and pierced into the clouds. Spiritual ripples surged through the air. Rare spirit beasts roamed the divine mountains, and all kinds of spirit flowers and spirit medicines bloomed on the ground. They glowed brilliantly and decorated the earth with a vibrant array of colors. Countless waterfalls flowed down from the divine mountains like silver dragons, shaking the heavens.
Vital energy lingered here like white silk, dazzling and elegant. Iridescent light flowed in the sky, creating a beautiful scene.
Anyone who came to this place would be stunned by this immortal atmosphere. They would never believe that such a holy and majestic scene could appear in such a vile place.
At the peak of the tallest divine mountain, there were no sharp peaks. Instead, there was only a peak that looked as if it had been sliced by a heavenly sword. At the very center of the peak, there was a statue that was over a thousand feet tall and was completely red.
The statue was of a handsome, scholarly man.
He held a book in his right hand and a skull in his left hand. It was a rather strange sight.
However, it was precisely this slightly strange man who had a frighteningly powerful identity.
This was because he was the Blood Tribe Patriarch, the most supreme being of the Blood Tribe.
At this moment, there were thirty-six beings with extremely terrifying auras standing before the statue of the Blood Tribe Patriarch.
All of them had golden hair and crimson eyes. They wore red robes and wore solemn expressions.
Only these supreme beings who had already reached the Return to Void Stage had the right to stand at the peak of the divine mountain.
Huge rocks floated in the air around the peak of the divine mountain. They were like small flat continents. Standing on top of these rocks were powerful beings of the Blood Tribe in black robes. There were over a hundred thousand of them.
Once this force was mobilized, they could even flatten any first-rate power on the continent.
Right now, most of the most powerful beings of the Dark Marshlands had gathered here because they were about to hold a sacred ceremony to determine the Holy Disciple of the Blood Tribe!
The Holy Disciples of the Blood Tribe possessed an extremely revered status. In fact, their status was on par with that of the Blood Tribe's Dao Integration Stage mighty figures. In fact, the amount of authority and resources they possessed even surpassed that of the Blood Tribe's Dao Integration Stage mighty figures.
There was no other reason than that he was the inheritor of the Blood Ancestor's power!
Emperor Yi Deng stood beside the statue of the Blood Patriarch, and he looked at the thirty-six Holy Disciple candidates with a profound gaze. There seemed to be a boundless sea of blood surging behind him.
Those who were slightly weaker would fall into madness as if they were being devoured by thousands of demons just by looking at him.
Thus, apart from the thirty-six Blood Tribe Return to Void Stage mighty figures, the hundreds of thousands of Blood Tribe cultivators standing on the floating rocks all instinctively avoided Emperor Yi Deng's gaze.
"Hey, who do you guys think will win the Holy Disciple Selection this time?" A black-robed Blood Tribe member asked in a low voice.
"Who else could it be? Emperor Yi Deng's son, Laden! He was a super mighty figure at the Return to Void Pinnacle Stage. Apparently, the higher one's cultivation base is, the more the Blood Patriarch appreciates their bloodline. As such, the Holy Disciple of the Blood Tribe has to be Laden. " A black-robed Blood Tribe female looked up at a handsome man standing at the summit of the divine mountain with a scorching expression as she spoke without hesitation.
Another male beside her disagreed. "If we're comparing cultivation bases, Laden is still far from the top. Ada is an experienced cultivator at the Return to Void Pinnacle Stage, and I've heard that her dao is already extremely clear. She's only half a step away from the Dao Integration Stage. Her chances of becoming the Holy Disciple are even greater than Laden's! "
"Hmph! What do you know? Laden's blood is clearly purer! "
"Who was the one who said that the higher one's cultivation base is, the more the Blood Patriarch appreciates their bloodline? Why are you talking about the purity of one's blood now? "
"That's right! Have you tasted it before? "
"Judging from your expression, you've probably tasted it before."
"Hahahaha …"
"You guys …!" The female gritted her teeth in rage at the ridicule she was receiving.
The entire place was instantly filled with a joyous atmosphere.
Similar discussions were taking place elsewhere as well. However, most of the discussions were focused on Yi Deng and Ada.
Regardless of whether it was their cultivation bases or the power of their bloodlines, they were the most powerful among all the candidates. Thus, they became the hot topic of discussion.
Emperor Yi Deng also turned to look at his son, and his gaze swept past him.
His gaze appeared to be nonchalant, but his heart was filled with anticipation. If Laden really did receive the acknowledgement of the Blood Patriarch, then it would only be a matter of time before he became his equal. In fact, there was even a chance that Laden would surpass him.
When that time came, the father and son would be able to unite and dominate the entire continent. They would definitely be able to push the Blood Tribe to new heights and become a legend that would be passed down for countless years to come.
Emperor Yi Deng was getting a little excited just thinking about this. He had been waiting for this day for a long time.
Laden was actually even more excited. His only opponent right now was Ada. Ada's cultivation base was higher than his, but he had a good father!
His father's bloodline was extremely pure, and he even possessed the bloodline of the Blood Patriarch. Thus, his bloodline wouldn't be too bad either. At the very least, his bloodline was related to the Blood Patriarch's. This meant that he had a natural advantage over Ada! Thus, he had the highest chance of winning!
As for the other Blood Tribe Return to Void Stage mighty figures? Hehe … They were just there to accompany him.
Their objective here was to highlight his strength, to highlight his position at the pinnacle among all the experts!
Among the thirty-six Blood Tribe mighty figures, there were three that An Lin was very familiar with.
They were Cassidy, Merlin, and Tobias.
Cassidy wore a bored expression as she stared up into the sky with her bright crimson eyes.
If this were in the past, she would most likely be looking up at Laden with reverence. After all, Laden was such an exceptional talent among the Blood Tribe.
However, Laden was less attractive to her than a drop of her master's blood.
Her mind was filled with thoughts of her master …
Holy blood.
Sigh … I wonder when I'll be able to see her master again …
Cassidy's exquisitely beautiful features were filled with melancholy, and those who didn't know her would think that her lovesickness was acting up again. However, in reality, she was suffering from a blood addiction.
If it weren't for the fact that this Holy Disciple confirmation ceremony was a mandatory ceremony for all Blood Tribe mighty figures who didn't have a special mission, she wouldn't have come here to join in on the fun.
Merlin and Tobias were also quite displeased. They had already received news that their master was coming to the Dark Marshlands, and their morale was already very high. They wanted to exchange their battle accolades for holy blood, so they didn't want to waste their time here.
In the sky above, a certain nomological chain suddenly snapped.
Boom!
A gargantuan crimson vortex began to engulf the entire sky. It was boundlessly deep, and it was capable of drawing one's soul into it.
All of the Blood Tribe cultivators, regardless of whether they were black-robed or red-robed Blood Tribe mighty figures, felt as if their minds were about to be sucked into the crimson vortex in the sky.
A Dao Integration Stage mighty figure enshrouded in a divine light emerged from the vortex before nodding at Emperor Yi Deng.
Emperor Yi Deng nodded with a smile before waving a hand through the air. "The Blood Tribe Holy Disciple selection begins now!"
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