The crimson moonlight reflected off the surface of the New Cold Pool. Li Jiuyuan was pinned through the shoulder blades by nine Soul-Devouring Nails, bound at the center of the altar.
"The time has come!"
The Grand Elder pressed his withered hand against Li Jiuyuan's crown and urged the Blood Refining Formation into motion with a sinister grin. Black blood seeped from every pore on Li Jiuyuan's body. Suddenly, he heard the ancient ring in his arms crack.
"Taotie bloodline? How interesting..."
A hoarse whisper exploded in his mind, and visions of mountains of corpses and seas of blood flashed before Li Jiuyuan's eyes. In the throes of agony, he instinctively opened his mouth and bit down on the Grand Elder's wrist.
"You insolent beast!"
The veins bulging in the old man's arm withered at a visible speed. The Grand Elder stared in horror as his Golden Core began to dissolve. The disciples beneath the altar screamed and fled, only to see a blood-red vortex form around Li Jiuyuan, dragging the three nearest disciples in and tearing them to shreds.
"Not enough! Still not enough!"
The mad laughter of Ancestor Xuanming made the pool water boil. Li Jiuyuan's right eye became a vertical pupil, and scales spread across his left arm. When the last disciple had been reduced to a skeleton, he licked his lips and looked toward the summit of Qingyun Peak. More "food" awaited him there.
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