"Could that possibly be the blood coffin the old headmaster spoke of?" Lin Moyu looked at the faint, flickering outline of the coffin in the distance, feeling a sudden flutter in his chest, as if some supreme existence were sealed away within it.
"Heifeng, it's your turn." Lin Bei's expression remained unchanged as blood began to well up from the surrounding walls. He casually ordered one of the cultivators to step voluntarily into the pool of blood gathering ahead.
Lin Moyu watched intently as the cultivator stepped into the blood pool. The talisman pasted on the man's body vanished in an instant, and the cultivator known as Heifeng snapped to his senses, staring around him in terror.
Chapter 39