Zhou Yuan was in the ruins of a vast ancient city. Dilapidated buildings seemed to extend beyond his line of sight, showing their remarkable scale. 

However, Zhou Yuan wasn’t in the mood to pay attention to this. His eyes were fixed on a run-down tower, where a white-haired man was sitting cross-legged and gently tossing a handful of blood-red pills into his slightly opened mouth.

As Zhou Yuan swept his gaze over the blood pills, his eyes turned a little colder because he could detect a rich smell of blood from them. They were clearly Blood Genesis Pill, a commonly seen pill among the Sacred Race, and they were refined from the flesh, blood and Genesis Qi of many living creatures. 

They seemed to be the Sacred Race’s favorite snack.

“Do you want some?”    

Noticing the change in Zhou Yuan’s...