Time slipped away, the setting sun descended in the distance, and the top of the peak was bathed in the slanting sunlight, resembling a golden Buddha light, reflecting myriad rays.

Nearly a hundred people were already standing on the square atop the peak. Among them, a dozen were cultivators at the Great Luo Realm level. Sixteen were the clan leaders of the Sixteen Great Desolate Clans, and the remaining few were leaders of the most powerful tribes among the top hundred.

Apart from them, the rest were the most gifted and purest bloodline individuals from the younger generation of each clan. Only these individuals could withstand the trials of the ancient mountain path and reach the peak.

Among them, the Hun Dun clan had the largest number, with over a dozen present. The Moving Mountain Ape clan had the fewest, with only Yuan Shanbai.

The Hun Dun clan was a major bloodline descendant of Luo Hou, one of the Eight Great True Spirit Kings. Their clan was vast, and their overall strength even surpassed that of the Yingma clan, making them an extremely powerful force in the Desolate Realm.

Their current clan leader was a tall middle-aged man, dressed in an eye-catching embroidered purple robe, with a half-body black scale armor over it. His muscles bulged all over, giving off an explosive sense of power.

His features were extremely ugly, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of plate armor, dotted with protruding spikes. A wide mouth resembled a toad, and a short purple beard, like steel needles, protruded from his jaw, making him look quite resolute and fierce.

His aura was incredibly powerful, comparable to a Great Luo Realm late-stage cultivator.

At this moment, his gaze swept across the entire square, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he came to the center of the square and bowed respectfully to the person standing there.

That person was dressed in a snow-white robe, with handsome features and an extraordinary demeanor. It was none other than the True Spirit King Bai Ze.

"Your Majesty, the Desolate Realm clans have gathered. There should be no one else climbing the Ancient Eight Desolations Path. Why has the Blood Sacrifice Ceremony not begun yet?" the Hun Dun clan leader asked.

"No rush, we're waiting for one more person. He should be arriving soon," Bai Ze said, glancing at Xiaobai, who had just woken up beside him.

As soon as he finished speaking, a suppressed roar came from the northern edge of the square. A spider-like figure leaped from the base of the mountain and landed on the square.

The person was none other than Han Li.

In addition to using the Heavenly Fiend Suppressing Prison Skill and True Spirit bloodline, he also used the Law of Time as an auxiliary means. After spending three hours, he finally reached the peak.

Xiaobai immediately saw Han Li bathed in the golden light of the mountaintop and ran towards him.

Liu Le'er on the other side also showed joy and immediately greeted him.

A flash of light appeared on Han Li's body, and the strange state of three heads and six arms completely disappeared, returning to its original form.

However, the strange image he had transformed into had already fallen into the eyes of others, and the unique aura contained in his body had also been noticed by everyone.

The long-browed elder of the Moving Mountain Ape clan only narrowed his eyes slightly, without much surprise, while the clan leaders of the other clans were a little uneasy.

"A human...why can a human climb our sacred mountain?" A middle-aged man with a height of ten feet, a purple face, a short beard, and features resembling a Lin Leopard, with black fleshy wings on his back, spoke first, his tone full of anger.

He was the clan leader of the Flying Leopard clan. This clan was also considered a descendant of the Taotie bloodline, but it was not as pure as the Zouwu clan. It was a branch derived from an ancestor of the Zouwu clan.

Although they were also one of the Sixteen Great Desolate Clans, they were always a generation lower than the Zouwu clan.

"How can he have the aura of a True Spirit, and more than one?" Another man with a hawk head and human body shouted loudly. The two wings behind him couldn't help but open slightly, and there was a crackling sound between the wings, with silver electric arcs entwined around them.

This person was the clan leader of the Silver Winged Thunder Peng clan, one of the Sixteen Great Desolate Clans.

Among the other clan leaders of the Sixteen Great Desolate Clans, half were shocked and angry, each wanting to kill Han Li quickly.

In the Qing Ape clan, a hunched old man with a white face just sneered secretly without saying a word.

He was the clan leader of the Qing Ape clan, one of the few clan leaders among the Sixteen Great Desolate Clans who knew Han Li's identity in advance.

Qing Dian and Qing Chu stood behind him, also looking at Han Li with faces full of resentment.

Bai Ze frowned slightly as he watched the crowd's anger grow stronger.

"Clan leaders, please be calm. This fellow Daoist Han Li was specially invited by the King to attend the ceremony," Li Qima, standing behind him, immediately understood and came forward, announcing loudly to the crowd and Han Li.

Upon hearing this, the crowd fell silent in an instant. Although doubts remained, no one questioned further.

"Everyone, rest assured, this fellow Daoist Han is a friend of our Desolate Realm clans. It was he who found the last remaining bloodline of the Ink Eyed Pi Xiu King among the ancient Eight Kings and escorted it all the way back," Li Qima continued.

"So it was him..." someone exclaimed in the crowd.

Obviously, some of Han Li's deeds had spread among the True Spirits of the Desolate Realm.

Han Li was not surprised at all by the reaction of the crowd. His gaze swept across the square, and when his gaze fell on the Zouwu clan, his gaze couldn't help but stagnate slightly. It was him?

In front of the Zouwu clan stood a tall, white-haired youth with an gloomy face. He was wearing a white and light-golden brocade robe, with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a sly smile.

Han Li immediately recognized that this person was the guy who tried to rob his Dao Pill back then, and the latter also recognized him at a glance.

Both of them had the same thought in their hearts: What a narrow road for enemies...

And when Han Li's gaze shifted again, it fell on the Tianhu clan. He found that in addition to the few people who had climbed the mountain earlier, there was a familiar figure in the crowd, impressively Hu San.

Hu San's gaze met Han Li's, and they nodded to each other. Before they could communicate with each other, Han Li was called by Li Qima and led to the center of the square.

"Greetings, True Spirit King," Han Li clasped his fists and bowed to Bai Ze.

The latter nodded with a smile, glanced at the western sky, and saw that the sky was deep blue, with many stars floating on it, flashing weakly.

"The time is just right, the ceremony can begin," Bai Ze nodded and said to himself.

Upon hearing this, the clan leaders immediately reorganized their clans and gathered neatly in the square.

Bai Ze came to the front of the crowd, glanced at everyone, and said:

"Today's Blood Sacrifice Ceremony is a rare event in the history of our Desolate Realm clans for millions of years. The reasons why it has not been held in the past cannot be explained. Now that the chaos in the Immortal Realm is gradually rising, I am afraid that the great calamity of heaven and earth foreseen by the Ink Eyed Pi Xiu has arrived. Our Desolate Realm clans are caught in it, and it is difficult to resist the torrent."

Upon hearing this, many people looked puzzled. Obviously, not many people knew about the prophecy left by the True Spirit King Mo Yu back then.

Han Li naturally didn't know about this, but he had personally experienced the changes in the general trend of the Immortal Realm in recent years, and he had also smelled some flavors, so he could understand what Bai Ze said better than some of the younger generations in the Desolate Realm clans.

Only those who are aware and prepared for changes in the general trend of the world when the wind is just beginning, or even before it has started, can avoid being passively swept into it when the wind and thunder suddenly rise, and instead stand proudly at the forefront.

Xiaobai stood beside Han Li. Although he didn't understand what it meant, he listened very carefully because he knew it was a prophecy left by the Ink Eyed Pi Xiu.

"Today, it is right to use the Blood Sacrifice to open the Desolate Realm Holy Hall and open the Asura Blood Gate. The position of the Eight Kings of the Desolate Realm has been vacant for a long time, and it is time to summon them back and reshape the glory of the Desolate Realm," Bai Ze continued, with golden light flashing in his eyes.

"The Eight Kings return to their thrones, reshaping glory!"

"The Eight Kings return to their thrones, reshaping glory!"

……

His few words instantly ignited the passion of the Desolate Realm clans, causing them to shout loudly.

Han Li was slightly puzzled when he heard this. Could it be that this Blood Sacrifice Ceremony is some kind of sacrificial ritual used to summon the other missing True Spirit Kings?

"Sixteen Desolate Clans, where are the Blood Sacrifice individuals from each clan?" Bai Ze shouted.

Among the Yingma clan, Li Qima took the lead, standing tall and proud in front of the queue.

Among the Tianhu clan, Liu Le'er also stepped out lightly and came to the front of the clan.

Immediately afterwards, Qing Dian also stepped out of the Qing Ape clan and came to the front. His fangs, which had been broken by Han Li before, had somehow been repaired and looked as good as new.

Among the Zouwu clan, the white-haired youth with a gloomy face walked out, standing in front with his arms folded.

Among the Hun Dun clan, a black armored giant stood out. His face resembled a wild boar, with protruding lips, and three pairs of white teeth growing in the middle, curved like crescent moons, looking quite fierce.

Among the Silver Winged Thunder Peng clan, a bare-chested youth with silver hair stood out. There was a golden lightning mark between his eyebrows, and two wings grew on his back, with electric arcs entwined on them, crackling from time to time.

In the Moving Mountain Ape clan, the little white ape also stepped forward and looked towards Han Li.

Xiaobai, standing next to Han Li, hesitated slightly, looked up at Han Li.

Han Li smiled and nodded at him. Xiaobai then left his side and came to the front of the team.

These eight clans are considered direct descendants of the ancient Eight Kings of the Desolate Realm. As for the other eight clans, such as the Sky Rat clan, the Centipede Dragon clan, the Bone Melting Snake clan, the Long Armed Ape clan, etc., they all belong to collateral bloodlines.

Each of them also sent one person to serve as attendants.

"All Blood Sacrifice individuals, enter the Holy Hall with me. The rest remain in the square and wait for the formation to activate," Bai Ze ordered.

"We respectfully obey Your Majesty's Holy Order," everyone shouted.

After saying that, Bai Ze turned and walked towards a circular stone hall behind the square. Li Qima and others followed behind him, also heading towards the stone hall.

"You also enter the hall." At this time, Bai Ze suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked at Han Li, and said.