"Hurry up, hurry up!"
At the entrance of the Xianyu Palace, scolding voices could be heard from time to time, followed by celestial boats constantly flying in. When the celestial boats flew out again, there was no one left on board.
All the blood slaves were placed beside the blood pool.
Ye Yun and the others were standing among the crowd beside the blood pool inside Xianyu Palace.
It was Xia Ziling's first time entering this place, and she was feeling a bit stirred, thinking to herself, "So this is Xianyu Palace, the place where Emperor Xianyu cultivates..."
Although her face went pale, fortunately, she wore a seven-colored mask, transforming into another person, so no one would recognize her.
However, she was not the only one whose face turned pale.
Many cultivators had their expressions drastically changed.
Even as blood slaves, the opportunity to enter Xianyu Palace was rare.
Even the disciples of the Xianyu Emperor Gate had very few opportunities to enter Xianyu Palace.
