And the Blood Lotus Flower from the Hand of the Heavens was also red, but a dark red, as if forged from coalesced blood, with hints of black within the red, which appeared quite ominous.
But it was indeed a treasure, enabling them to feel the mystery and power of the Blood Lotus Flower.
The Rakshasa Ghost Emperor's eyes gleamed; he vaguely sensed that if he could obtain this Blood Lotus, his cultivation could surely advance further.
His greed unabashed in his eyes, and the same was true for the other Heavenly Ghosts.
Such was the allure of the Blood Lotus Flower to them; no one could resist its temptation. However, only the one chosen by it would be acknowledged as its master.
"What is this?"
The Rakshasa Ghost Emperor inquired directly.
The Hand of the Heavens, of course, would not tell the truth. He only produced twenty Golden Goblets, floating them in front of him, and under his control, the petals of the Blood Lotus Flower began to ooze a blood-like liquid.