Zhao Changhe took a deep breath and slowly stepped forward.
The sacrificial altar was not high, being low and wide. However, around it was a Blood Pool filled with who knows how much fresh blood, emitting a pungent smell of blood. The scent of blood surrounded the altar, with strange blood-colored patterns spreading toward the center, encircling the Array Plate as if nourishing it.
This blood must be human blood, but it was not known how many people had been killed… However, it didn't look very fresh. The slaughters by the Blood God Sect had been rare over the years, most likely accumulated from earlier years.
It was also unknown whether such offerings to the Holy Object were of any use. Wouldn't the Holy Object get angry...
Zhao Changhe suppressed his feeling of nausea and stepped onto the narrow bridge over the Blood Pool.
