The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 2266: 2255: Bloodswallow Clan Ancestral Land

Ye Chenfeng couldn't resist inquiring, “Old Bai and Old Hei, what sort of location possesses such a Blood Spring?”

In a grave tone, Old Bai, Wu Fengxian, replied, “Little guy, are you aware of where these Blood Springs come from? They don't exist without cause in this world, since their waters are truly blood. Typically, cultivators create these so-called Blood Springs.”

“Beneath every Blood Spring lie tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of corpses. The bloody water that bubbles up originates from those corpses, while a unique formation is built throughout the Blood Spring, keeping it flowing endlessly unless the blood is intentionally drawn out.”

Shocked by Old Bai Wu Fengxian's explanation, Ye Chenfeng reeled. With tens of thousands of corpses under each Blood Spring, forming 108 of them would demand an astronomical toll in lives. Who possessed such brutality?

As Old Bai Wu Fengxian took a moment, Old Hei Jiang Yuntian picked up, stating, “Kid, at first, Old Bai and I were clueless about the Blood Spring's origins too. But during our lifetimes, we were avid collectors of ancient texts. In one fortunate mishap, we seized a priceless ancient tome, refusing to let it go no matter what.”

“That tome was likely the sole surviving copy, viewed by scarcely anyone. It chronicled hidden truths from the Initial Stage of the Ancient Era.”

“Like you, we were ignorant initially, yet delving into that ancient book revealed the Blood Springs' true source to us.”

Pausing to breathe, Old Hei Jiang Yuntian went on, “Kid, toward the close of the Initial Stage as the Middle Stage dawned, the Dragon Clan had long waned. Chaos reigned, with myriad powers and races battling for the Dragon Clan's dominion.”

“Battles erupted nearly every day in that time, and cultivators from great races kept vanishing—hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands—sparking utter terror across the races.”

“The crisis deepened gradually, forcing the races to grasp its gravity; they shelved their feuds temporarily and at last pinpointed the prime offender—the Ancient Bloodswallow Clan.”

“This obscure race bore entirely blood-red forms and grotesque looks, yet boasted terrifying physical might. In combat, they wielded a enigmatic blood-devouring art, swiftly draining foes' blood and dooming them to perish.”

“That blood-devouring art proved utterly malevolent. After the Bloodswallow Clan devoured blood, their fighting prowess surged dramatically, sustaining the surge until the blood was fully spent; any surplus even let them amplify their power further—a perfect gain.”

Allowing Ye Chenfeng time to process, Old Hei Jiang Yuntian pressed on, “Even after uncovering the Bloodswallow Clan, it had amassed immense strength, and their forbidden technique proved deadly, slaying hordes from other races in clashes.”

“With the Bloodswallow Clan rampaging unchecked, on the verge of supremacy, the other races cast off old hatreds at last, uniting in an Alliance to oppose them.”

“Tragically, not even the Alliance could annihilate the Bloodswallow Clan. Their war dragged on for nearly ten years until the Alliance battered the clan into frailty, believing total extermination at hand.”

“However, the Bloodswallow Clan’s ancestral land mysteriously disappeared without a hint, and not a single survivor remained, as though they had vaporized in a single night—like a fleeting nightmare from that age.”

“Despite years of hunts yielding no signs, the Alliance abandoned the pursuit. In that grim epoch, uncounted souls fell to the clan, prompting the Alliance to decree erasure of all Bloodswallow Clan traces, so scant records survived, dooming later generations to ignorance of their very being.”

“The Bloodswallow Clan’s ascent and downfall seemed but a flash, yet they truly existed, almost shattering the era’s order—though Old Bai and I entered the world long after their end.”

“The ancient book states Blood Springs manifest solely in the Bloodswallow Clan’s ancestral land, since no one else knows their crafting method; remarkably, the ancient site's spring count aligns perfectly with these 108.”

Fully grasping it all, Ye Chenfeng questioned, “Old Bai and Old Hei, by your account, this place isn't a Divine Emperor’s tomb but the Bloodswallow Clan’s ancestral land? Might clan survivors still lurk here?”

Nodding, Old Bai Wu Fengxian affirmed, “Little guy, you're spot on—this is undoubtedly the Bloodswallow Clan’s ancestral land, concealed on purpose by their enduring bloodline.”

“Having arrived here, this location deceptively resembles a Divine Emperor’s tomb. The Bloodswallow Clan slyly lured people to this spot, successfully reaching their objective.”

“I’m afraid a chain of upheavals will unfold here, since the clan almost rose to prominence back then, showcasing their formidable power. The Bloodswallow Clan survivors must still be alive.”

“After sacrificing countless lives to form 108 Blood Springs, the clan obviously lacks any benevolence. Little fellow, you need to find a way to escape the clan’s ancestral land.”

Ye Chenfeng’s gaze turned even heavier, with the pungent blood stench relentlessly assaulting his senses. If the Bloodswallow Clan holds the strength that Old Bai and Old Hei describe, he must escape swiftly and reunite with Bai Xiaorou, Wu Lingxiang, Zhao Jinpeng, and the others.

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