The blood pool in hell, the dirtiest place in the world...
However, if the number fifty represented the world, only forty-nine would be occupied, and the remaining ‘one’ would be a glean hope, that always existed in the world. As extreme negativeness generated positiveness, and extreme positiveness generated negativeness, some extremely pure and clean spring mouths existed in the blood pool.
Nourished by the inexhaustible spirit blood power and the power of reincarnation from the Netherworld for countless centuries, the two blood ganoderma provided by Netherworld Hierarch grew into stunning baby shapes. These two blood ganoderma were at least ten million years old.
Ji Hao put Ao Li and Feng Qinxin together, side by side, then gently pointed his finger at their bodies and opened their mouths. As Ji Hao flicked his hand, the two blood ganoderma transformed into two extremely pure and strong torrents of spirit blood and surged into their mouths.