At the end of the mountain path.
There lies a valley surrounded by mountains.
And in the middle of this valley, there is a pool, but instead of ordinary water within, it's as if molten gold has formed a golden pool.
There is no strong smell of blood.
What there is,
is just a faint fragrance.
"This is the Bloodline Pool of our Ziyun Clan!" the Python Emperor pointed at the golden pool ahead and said in a deep voice.
Every time he saw the Bloodline Pool, he felt a bit emotional.
Refinement of one's blood essence, blended into the pool waters, which over time, formed the present-day Bloodline Pool.
It could be said.
Unless a Divine King dies in battle, other Divine Kings, when approaching the end of their lifespan, will pour all their strength into it, leaving it for successors to refine, thus enhancing the foundation of the Ziyun Clan.
Such Divine Kings who would do so are naturally worthy of respect.
However.
