There were many blood ponds in Shura Peak. They could be found at the foot of the peak, halfway up the mountain, in the palaces of the Divine Generals, and even in the Asura Divine Master's bedroom.
The blood ponds contained rich Slaughter Dao Will. When one's body was soaked in it to strengthen his divine body, the Slaughter Dao Will in the blood would also merge with his Tian Lun divine power.
The Shura Guards had different statuses, so they enjoyed different treatment. The blood ponds in Mo Tu's palace were much stronger than those of other Divine Generals. Only low-level Black-Robed Guards would soak in the garbage ponds halfway up the mountain and at the foot of the peak.
On this day, Qin Hao followed Mo Tu out of the palace. They walked up the heavily guarded path, bypassed the Shura Hall, and came to a secret area behind the Divine Master's bedroom.
This was the back of the mountain, where a few Red Coat elites were guarding.
Qin Hao sensed that every Red Coat in the back of the mountain had at least 40,000 years of cultivation. A few of them had Slaughter Qi that was comparable to that of a Divine General.
"Greetings, Divine General Mo Tu." A dozen Red Coat leaders bowed.
"Yes, I am under the orders of the Divine Master to bring a newcomer into the Refining Pool. You may leave." Mo Tu stood there with his tower-like body, which was extremely oppressive.
"Yes, Divine General."
The Red Coat leaders looked at Qin Hao silently, then left the back of the mountain in groups. Only Mo Tu and Qin Hao were left here.
The Refining Pool was not a place where ordinary Tian Lun experts could enter. Today, Divine General Mo Tu had brought a newcomer here. The Red Coat leaders were envious of Qin Hao, but they were also worried about him.
They did not know if this newcomer could survive the Refining Pool.
"Divine General, this is …" Qin Hao looked around and found that there was only one small blood pond in the huge back of the mountain. The strength of the guards was so strong, and the security was so tight. It was enough to show that this small blood pond was not ordinary.
"Go in."
Mo Tu pointed at a small pothole in front of them. It was less than a meter in radius, just big enough for one person to stand in.
Qin Hao stretched his neck and looked. The pothole seemed to be in the middle of the ground. The color of the blood was darker than the one he had soaked in before. It was as red as ink.
"Gulp."
Qin Hao subconsciously swallowed his saliva. Wisps of black flames flickered in the pitch-black blood like struggling souls. This small blood pool was like a purgatory that specialized in refining souls. It looked incomparably hot, but it emitted a cold and suffocating feeling that was as cold as a cave.
"Just me?" Qin Hao looked at Mo Tu and asked, "Why aren't Jia Kang, Ying Luo, and Hidden Ghost together?
The four of them were newly advanced Heavenly Wheel experts.
"They are elsewhere. Moreover, they are not qualified to soak in the refining pool," Mo Tu said.
Qin Hao didn't ask any more questions. He glanced at the pitch-black blood pool, and a terrifying killing intent gushed towards him, directly penetrating his soul. He felt as if he had fallen into a prison that would swallow him whole without spitting out his bones. Qin Hao clenched his fists and stepped forward, stepping into the pool.
Plop!
His foot missed a step, and his body immediately sank into the pool. The pool was not deep, and the black water only reached Qin Hao's chest.
But when he stepped down, it was as if he had stepped into hell.
In an instant, the black water that enveloped his body began to tumble violently. Terrifying black flames danced wildly, and the mournful screams of countless souls faintly sounded in his ears. At this moment, Qin Hao's clothes were instantly corroded by the black water.
The terrifying killing intent penetrated his skin, filled his flesh, and flowed through his meridians. He couldn't hold on for even a breath. Qin Hao clenched his fists and raised his head to let out a painful cry. The Wheel of the Great Path on his body immediately emerged, and the bright divine light spread throughout his body. Even so, he still couldn't resist the corrosive power of the black water. Qin Hao felt an incomparably hot power surging from the center of his feet to his head, penetrating the top of his head and piercing through his body.
"Haha, take your time to enjoy it, kid. I will come back in seven days. I hope I can still see you then, and not turn into the pool of refined blood."
Mo Tu ignored Qin Hao's pain, turned around, and left in the direction he came from. "Oh, by the way, don't think about coming out. With your current strength, you won't be able to come out after you enter. Only the Divine Master and the Slayer can help you escape. Even I can't do that."
Was it painful?
Mo Tu naturally knew what Qin Hao was going through. After all, he had been in there before. Although the feeling was worse than death, if he could make it through, Qin Hao would have the power comparable to a Divine General.
Mo Tu didn't know why the Divine Master was doing this. Back then, he had entered the Refining Pool with only five meridians of the Heavenly Chakra Plane, and he had almost lost his life in there. According to Qin Hao's current cultivation, how could a mere divine pattern survive?
Mo Tu didn't understand, but he would firmly follow the will of Shura.
"I hope you don't die. No, it's a pity."
Before Mo Tu left the back mountain, he turned around and took one last look. He saw Qin Hao struggling in the black water, just like the souls in the black water that had turned into flames.
Weng.
Wheel light radiated, illuminating the entire back mountain of Shura Peak. Painful screams shook the heavens and earth. Just as Mo Tu said, Qin Hao's struggle was useless. His body was stuck in the black water, and he couldn't get out.
The boiling soul fire roasted Qin Hao's body, and the black blood gradually drowned him. His consciousness grew weaker until his hands stopped struggling, and the black water covered his head.
During this process, Qin Hao's innate soul power was forced to circulate. Although the Tranquil Serene Water didn't condense into godly power and was only soul power, it still tried to save its master's life, trying to repair the damage to Qin Hao's soul and body.
But immediately, the Tranquil Serene Water was forced back into Qin Hao's life soul. He wasn't at the end of the road. No matter how painful it was, he could still endure it. He wanted to try.
"The Refining Pool can't withstand it without 50,000 years of cultivation. Just as you said, that boy hid his cultivation."
In the depths of the dark Shura Palace, in front of a cold iron throne, Slayer watched the scene on the screen. The scene of the back mountain was completely reflected.
"The Mirror of Reincarnation has the power to increase cultivation and create godly glyphs. But in just a hundred years, he can't have five godly meridians. At most, he can have two or three. This boy has limitless potential. The Earth Godly Power didn't choose the wrong person."
Zhi Xiang also watched the scene on the screen seriously. Then he glanced at Shura's true body tied to the iron throne. This was Shura's true form.
Shura's true form was still lying weakly on the chair. Thick black hair covered his face, and the heavy God of Hell Iron had left hideous marks on his body. He breathed weakly.
"Don't you want to say something?" Zhi Xiang wanted to hear his opinion.
"If I have the strength to speak, I might as well stay on the chair."
Amidst the pitch-black hair of the original form, two eyes opened, revealing a patch of scarlet. Since he had separated the wisdom form from his main body, then the wisdom form would naturally take care of everything in Asura Feng. There was no need for him to waste his energy. If not, why would he separate the wisdom form from the original form?
"Even though I'm the one who's staring at you, your eyes still make me feel afraid."
Zhi Xiang avoided Shura's gaze. Every soul of Shura had its own independent thinking ability. In essence, they were actually the same person, but they weren't.
Among the souls, there were some who didn't like each other. For example, Zhi Xiang especially hated Zhi Xiang and Zhi Xiang. One was bloodthirsty, and the other was extremely stupid.
"You don't have to ask me about the kid from the Sword Realm in the future. Just do as you see fit. In short, you have to force the Earth God Power out of his Heavenly Wheel as soon as possible. Compared to him, I'm more worried about Wu Xiang." Ben Xiang closed his scarlet eyes again.
Every soul of Shura had a different personality. Even though they restrained each other, they didn't affect each other. Moreover, once a soul was separated from the true body, it couldn't be taken back in a short period of time.
Being able to separate but not take back was the only weakness of the Killing Path.
Therefore, Shura couldn't control what Zhi Xiang wanted to do.
"Don't worry, we're the same person. Every man for himself. Even though that guy is a bit fierce, he should also want his own good."
Zhi Xiang's face curved into a wise smile. "I'll let him leave Slaughter World temporarily and find our good brothers to bring back some specialties."
The Wisdom Minister had bewitched the Evil Minister to go to the Yellow Spring World and the Ghost Realm. They wanted to refine Qin Hao into a warrior of the Slaughtering World and force out the Earth God power in his Heavenly Wheel. Nourishment and training weren't enough. They needed many methods.
Shura laid on the iron throne. His breathing became weaker and weaker, as if he had fallen asleep. The dark Shura Palace instantly quieted down.
Fate had brought the Earth God Power to the Massacre World. Although he was now missing a part of his soul and his power was no longer complete, Shura would not give up on the opportunity to open the Hell King's Gate. He had to go in and take a look.
… …
Refining Pool in the back mountain.
In the blink of an eye, six days had passed.
At this time, in the refining pool, Qin Hao's body was submerged in the black water, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes. Countless black soul flames were burning above his head, letting out waves of mournful screams. However, he was not affected at all. He was as quiet as a ghost waiting for its prey.
Six days ago, when he first entered the Refining Pool, he felt like he had returned to Tian Zhao's soul. The pain was even worse than when Jun Mo broke his bones and took his soul.
However, after six days, Qin Hao's screams became softer and softer. He gradually gave up struggling. Now, he was quietly curled up on the surface of the water, as if he had become one with the Refining Pool that devoured souls.
Qin Hao felt a prickling sensation on his shoulder. From the demonic emblem, threads of evil souls flowed out and condensed into evil spirits. They either crawled on Qin Hao's shoulders and head, or swam freely in the black water of the Refining Pool. Whether it was the evil spirits or Qin Hao himself, they enjoyed all of this. It was as if he was soaking in a hot spring that could cure all kinds of illnesses. It was so comfortable and natural.
However, within Qin Hao's quiet body, his bloodthirsty killing intent had increased exponentially. During these six days, it was as if he had been reborn from his previous life. The details of each life played out in front of him, becoming clearer and clearer. Not long ago, when the Endless Divine Realm had been destroyed, Qin Hao had returned to himself. It was only at that moment that he remembered who he really was.
He was a descendant of the Venerated Pill Clan, the supreme Pill God of the Divine Wasteland Original Realm, the ruler of the Kunlun continent, and a disciple of the Infinite Divine Realm Academy. His name was Qin Hao.
"My killing intent almost made me lose myself. However, what came with it was an explosive increase in divine power."
Qin Hao let out a low voice that no one could hear. The two blood-red eyes floating on the surface of the water flickered with an extremely terrifying and ominous light. Only in the depths of the ominous light was there a trace of rationality.
The continuous increase in divine power caused Qin Hao's Tian Lun to change. The torment of these six days was more obvious than if he had cultivated for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
He didn't know what the reason was, but he could clearly feel that another divine mark was about to appear. He had felt this omen when he was cultivating in the Transmigration Area.
"In the past, I couldn't understand the pain of the Martial Monarch Old Ancestor's Divine Enlightenment. Now that I think about it, the pain should be similar to this Refining Pool."
Qin Hao had never thought about Divine Enlightenment. He also didn't want to do it, especially after witnessing the battle of the Infinite Divine Realm. The Eastern Victory Immortal Sovereign, Master Blind Sword, and many other supreme Sword Gods had used the Annihilation Divine Source as the price in exchange for the power brought by Divine Enlightenment.
Unfortunately, not a single person had succeeded and been reborn from the Death Calamity.
In Qin Hao's knowledge, Divine Enlightenment was comparable to a curse. Probably only people like the Martial Monarch Old Ancestor could use Divine Enlightenment four times in a row in exchange for forty thousand years of divine power.