Inside the Asura Blood Gate, at first glance, was a crimson world, with waves of incredibly rich blood energy emanating from within.

Han Li looked towards the back of the Blood Gate, and saw liquid-like blood light filling the space, the blood energy so concentrated that it was more than ten times richer than the blood pool in the altar within the Accumulation Scale Void Realm.

The others on the plaza felt the situation within the Blood Gate and revealed expressions of surprise and eagerness.

"The opening of the Asura Blood Gate is a rare opportunity. Everyone standing on the plaza can enter. Let's go," Bai Ze said, taking the lead into the gate.

Upon hearing this, the crowd on the plaza erupted in cheers and immediately followed.

The eight direct bloodline clans of the Yingma, Qingyuan, Tianhu, and others followed closely behind Bai Ze.

Within the Tianhu clan, Liu Leer glanced at Han Li, who was standing motionless to the side, her brow furrowing slightly.

"Miss Leer, rest assured, the King has already granted Fellow Daoist Han permission to enter. He will enter together," a figure approached Liu Leer, it was Hu San, speaking in a low voice.

Liu Leer smiled slightly at Hu San upon hearing this, turned her body and stepped into the Blood Gate.

Hu San turned his head to look at Han Li, and also entered the Asura Blood Gate.

After all the members of the eight clans entered the Asura Blood Gate, the other clans on the plaza moved one by one according to seniority and cultivation, with a strict hierarchy.

Han Li had no intention of provoking these savage clans, and after everyone had entered, he began to walk into the Asura Blood Gate.

Because Bai Ze had previously granted Han Li permission to enter, although the people of each clan were dissatisfied with Han Li's entry, no one dared to say anything more.

Some clansmen looked at Han Li with some wariness and hostility, which Han Li ignored.

The Asura Blood Gate was a huge space. At first glance, the ground seemed to be made of鮮red, wriggling flesh, with blood-colored mist floating everywhere. There was no bloody smell, but rather a sense of freshness, as if one had come to the origin of the womb.

With each breath, not only was one's spirit invigorated, but one's body also felt lighter, and one's flesh and blood felt lively, as if one had taken a great tonic.

Above the blood-colored space, a layer of blood-colored mist formed a blood cloud, emitting waves of incredibly rich blood energy, very similar to the Sulphur Flame Blood Cloud in the Accumulation Scale Void Realm.

Han Li did not expect such a situation, and while surprised, he also curiously looked around.

The younger generation of the savage clans also showed surprise at the scene before them, but the older generation, such as Liu Qing and others, remained calm, as if they already knew the situation here.

Bai Ze did not stop at all, and strode forward first, followed by the others, led by the eight clans.

The group marched forward in a mighty manner, and soon arrived at the depths of the blood-colored space.

The space here was exceptionally empty, and the ground was flat, looking like a blood-colored plaza.

On the plaza, eight huge blood-colored stone pillars stood tall, their tops reaching into the blood cloud above. Each stone pillar was engraved with a magnificent beast relief, representing the eight True Spirit Kings.

These reliefs were extremely realistic, and even emitted waves of immense aura and pressure like living beings, as if they could break away from the stone pillars and be resurrected at any time.

Moreover, each stone pillar had an antique dark red brazier embedded near the top.

However, except for the stone pillars of Bai Ze, You Tian Kunpeng, and Luo Hou, the braziers in the other stone pillars had been extinguished.

Seeing this situation, the people of each clan gathered near the eight stone pillars and bowed to the eight True Spirit King reliefs.

The Qingyuan, Zouwu, Bānshān Yuán, and Tianhu clans even showed expressions of grief, and wept on the ground beside the Zhu Yan, Taowu, Mountain Giant Ape, and Nine-tailed Immortal Fox True Spirit King stone pillars.

Xiao Bai also came to the blood-colored stone pillar where the Mòyǎn Pixiu was located, his expression dazed, and a trace of water appeared in his eyes.

Han Li, as an outsider, seemed a little out of place compared to the crowd kneeling around him, so he inconspicuously walked to a slightly more distant place to stand.

He looked at the rich blood energy around him, and secretly circulated the Heavenly Fiend Suppressing Prison Art to absorb it, and suddenly, waves of heat spread throughout his body.

Before long, he felt several unopened profound acupoints in his body stirring.

However, given the situation of the surrounding people, he was too embarrassed to fully exert his power, and could only quietly absorb the surrounding blood energy.

While absorbing the surrounding blood energy, Han Li looked towards the eight blood-colored stone pillars in front of him, his eyes flashing.

The strength of these eight True Spirit Kings should be comparable. Bai Ze's cultivation is unfathomable, and he must have reached the Dao Ancestor realm.

Judging from this, the other True Spirit Kings should also be existences like Dao Ancestors.

The strength of the savage realm is truly extraordinary. I wonder if there are any other Dao Ancestors besides these eight True Spirit Kings?

"Everyone, although the fall of several True Spirit Kings is painful, we can only accept this fact now. The opening time of the Asura Blood Gate is limited, so you should all compose yourselves and summon the bloodline power of the True Spirit Kings first," Bai Ze said after waiting for a moment.

Upon hearing this, the Qingyuan, Zouwu, and other direct bloodline clans of the eight kings put away their emotions, stood up, and quickly became busy, sitting cross-legged around the stone pillars of their respective clans.

The other collateral bloodline clans of the eight kings also gathered around, forming a formation.

Because Bai Ze was still present, the Yingma clan did not need to summon and did not gather near the stone pillar, instead standing to the side.

However, Mòyǎn Pixiu only had Xiao Bai as a descendant, so only he was near the stone pillar where the Mòyǎn Pixiu was located, looking a little lonely.

Han Li frowned slightly as he looked at Xiao Bai.

"Fellow Daoist Han." Liqima flew over and stood next to Han Li.

Han Li nodded to Liqima without saying anything.

"Fellow Daoist Han, don't worry, the next step is to summon the bloodline power of several True Spirit Kings, and there is no danger," Liqima said with a smile, seeing Han Li's concern.

"Xiao Bai is only one person, compared to the other clans, he seems too weak and alone," Han Li still looked somewhat uneasy.

"Don't worry, summoning the True Spirit King bloodline doesn't depend on the number of people. Although Xiao Bai is only one person, he is the son of Lord Mòyǎn Pixiu. His bloodline power is extremely rich. Not only will it not be difficult to cast the spell, but it will be much easier than others," Liqima said with a smile, seeming to know a lot of things.

"Oh, is there such a saying?" Han Li raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

"You'll know when you see it," Liqima smiled again.

As soon as Liqima finished speaking, the people of each clan began to cast spells, drawing their fingers across their wrists, and streams of blood shot out from their wrists.

The blood did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air, turning into streaks of blood, quickly crisscrossing each other, transforming into a complex blood-colored array, enveloping the stone pillars of each clan.

Blood-colored纹路 also appeared on the stone pillars, resonating with the blood-colored array.

Although Xiao Bai was only one person, he also drew a blood-colored array with his blood, and his blood array was significantly brighter than the other six clans.

Seeing this scene, Bai Ze shook his body and divided into seven, and seven identical figures appeared out of thin air beside the braziers in the seven stone pillars.

Bai Ze, beside the Zhu Yan, Taowu, Mountain Giant Ape, Nine-tailed Immortal Fox, and Mòyǎn Pixiu five stone pillars, pointed a finger, and a flash of fire appeared at the fingertips.

With a "poof" sound, a wisp of golden flame was ignited simultaneously in the braziers embedded in the five stone pillars.

Seeing this, the people of the five clans immediately urged the blood-colored arrays above their heads with all their might.

Dazzling blood light bloomed from within the blood arrays, and the golden flames on the stone pillars also grew stronger, reflecting each other.

At this moment, the five Bai Ze simultaneously recited incantations, using gestures to urge the golden flames to rise and fall.

Suddenly, circles of blood-gold-colored light spread out, constantly merging into the nearby void.

In the turbulent flow of the void, circles of blood-gold light that could not be discerned by the naked eye spread extremely quickly, filling仙域 and even major interfaces, revealing a force with the intent of summoning.

"Summoning the bloodline takes some time and cannot be completed in a moment, so wait patiently. Fellow Daoist Han, what are your plans after the Blood Sacrifice Assembly?" Liqima said, and then chatted with Han Li.

"Han..." While chatting with Liqima, Han Li secretly used his power to absorb the rich blood energy nearby, while paying attention to the situation at the stone pillars.

As they chatted, time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, half a day had passed.

The void above the stone pillar next to Xiao Bai began to flicker first, and specks of white light permeated from the void, slowly circling around the golden flame at the top of the stone pillar.

"Are those the True Spirit King bloodlines?" Han Li's eyes lit up.

These white lights contained extremely rich True Spirit bloodline power, very similar to the bloodline in Xiao Bai's body, but much nobler.

"Yes. It seems that Xiao Bai's bloodline is indeed the purest, and he was the first to summon the bloodline power of Lord Mòyǎn Pixiu," Liqima nodded slowly.

More and more white light spots permeated from the void, condensing into one, transforming into a phantom of a snow-white auspicious beast, roughly the same as Xiao Bai's Pixiu form after transformation, but even more majestic, with a sense of contempt for everything in its pitch-black eyes.

In particular, a slender vertical eye split open at the center of the snow-white auspicious beast's brow, and strands of strange black light emanated from it.

Xiao Bai looked at the snow-white auspicious beast, and two strange black lights appeared in his eyes, spitting out incessantly.

Bai Ze also showed a hint of joy on his face upon seeing this scene.

Xiao Bai summoning the Mòyǎn Pixiu's True Spirit bloodline seemed to have set a precedent, and the other four clans soon had results.

Gray-white light flashed above the stone pillar of the Tianhu clan, and团of gray-white light floated out of the void, each团of light emitting a powerful bloodline power.

These gray-white lights quickly gathered together, transforming into a phantom of a Nine-tailed Immortal Fox.

The Tianhu clan showed great joy upon seeing this scene.

Among the Tianhu clan, a layer of fluorescent light appeared on Liu Leer's body, and gray-white纹路 appeared on the skin of her cheeks, arms, and other exposed areas, vaguely resonating with the Nine-tailed Immortal Fox phantom in the air.

Liu Qing showed joy when he saw the situation on Liu Leer's body.

Subsequently, the Qingyuan, Zouwu, and Bānshān Yuán clans' stone pillars also flashed with light, and the True Spirit King bloodline power gathered from afar, showing the True Spirit King phantom, causing great joy for the three clans.

However, there was no response from the stone pillars of the Hun豘 and Lei Peng clans.