"Damn..."
But the moment he dipped one leg into the blood pool, Chen Hui immediately jumped back out, his face twisted in a grimace, shrieking like a baboon.
A closer look revealed that the leg he had just submerged in the pool water was already torn open, blood seeping from the wounds.
This was no cultivation pool — it was a man-eating monster.
"The substance within this pool can cause your body to undergo a transformation, helping you reconstruct your flesh."
"If you can't even endure this bit of suffering, then how can the future of the Ancient Sect possibly rest on your shoulders?"
Dongfang Hansong's expression at that moment might as well have had the words "frustrated disappointment" written across it in bold.
And his words were like several sharp blades, stabbing into Chen Hui's heart and filling him with misery.
So, Chen Hui gritted his teeth and had no choice but to step into the pool water once more.
The moment he entered the pool, his face twisted in agony again, and he quickly turned deathly pale from holding his breath.
But it was as if he wanted to prove he was a real man.
Even though the pain was nearly killing him, he stubbornly refused to let out another scream.
But no matter how tough his mouth was, his body was honest. Chen Hui's tears had long since started streaming down uncontrollably.
Soon, the scent of blood wafted from within the pool — Chen Hui's flesh and blood were dissolving into the water.
"Try to relax and accept the tempering power. Only then can it help you reconstruct your flesh more quickly."
Dongfang Hansong said this, yet he turned his head away, unable to bear the sight of Chen Hui's suffering.
"Scream if you want to. There's no shame in it," Dongfang Hansong said.
"I... I can hold on."
The moment those words left Chen Hui's mouth, he regretted them — because he couldn't hold on.
The more he relaxed, the more goddamn painful it was.
Before long, baboon-like screams once again resounded throughout the entire hall, continuing without end.
Anyone who didn't know better would have thought two baboons were in here doing who-knows-what.
Hearing Chen Hui's miserable screams, Dongfang Hansong's heart ached terribly, but he couldn't say a word.
He knew better than anyone that Chen Hui had to succeed in this tempering — it concerned Chen Hui's future.
To divert his attention, he could only shift his gaze back to observing the formation of the Divine Era.
"Hm?"
When Dongfang Hansong looked, his expression involuntarily changed.
Because Chu Feng had already finally approached the second gate of the Divine Era.
And quickly entered it.
……
Passing through the gate, the scene that unfolded before Chu Feng's eyes left him feeling quite surprised.
What appeared before him was not the awe-inspiring, vast and boundless starry sky he had imagined.
There wasn't even a spatial world—instead, it was a room, and a very small one at that.
In the center of the room stood a blank stone tablet, and beside the stone tablet lay a calligraphy brush.
Other than that, the room contained nothing at all.
"Chu Feng, did we come to the wrong place?"
"This room is smaller than a pigsty—how could this be the Divine Era?"
Egg furrowed her brows.
"Based on my observation, this is indeed the interior of the Divine Era," Chu Feng said.
"Are you sure?"
"Then what's with that stone tablet and calligraphy brush? Is it for you to write your name? To mark that you've been here, or is there some other mystery?"
Egg asked again.
"There must be some other mystery to it."
As Chu Feng spoke, he began observing his surroundings, and soon his eyes lit up.
"Egg, I know what's going on—there's hidden content within this room. As long as I comprehend that content and then write it onto the stone tablet, that should do it."