The moment he heard the word “blood pool,” Jaekyung recalled that blood pool deep within the underground caves—the fated opportunity for Core Formation that So Cheong-hwa had obtained. But as Hyeon-gu continued, it became clear that the blood pool covering the sect gate of the Bright Scroll Sect and its surroundings was different—a literal blood pool.
No, strictly speaking, it was not merely a blood pool but a blood calamity.
“Every living thing was submerged in the blood pool. Some suspect it to be the remnants of a massive blood feast. Nothing has been confirmed yet, but…”
The Bright Scroll Sect alone had disciples numbering well into the tens of thousands, and those living nearby outnumbered them several dozen times over. And that was only the officially known number; if one included those whose presence was unknown, those staying nearby, or those merely passing through, no one could guess the true total.
Yet all of it—people and land alike—had been submerged in the blood pool. Even Jaekyung, who now hardly batted an eye at most matters, found it difficult to maintain his composure at this news.
“What of So Cheong-hwa and Upper Clarity Venerable?”
Jaekyung did not believe this incident was unrelated to those two.