"You too, enter the hall."

Han Li's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise upon hearing Bai Ze's words.

The various tribes of the desolate wilds were even more incredulous, erupting in astonished clamor.

For them, the Desolate Wilds Holy Hall was an even more sacred existence than the Holy Mountain, the very foundation of their faith. To allow a human to ascend the mountain was already a violation of their beliefs, but to permit him to enter the Holy Hall was to defile them.

This was utterly unacceptable.

Even Liqima's expression shifted slightly, a hint of perplexity flickering in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, this is not permissible..." At this moment, the Hun Zhuan Clan leader's face changed, and he cried out loudly.

"The Desolate Wilds Holy Hall must not be trod upon by humans..." The other clan leaders echoed in rapid succession.

"A human entering the Holy Hall is a desecration of our ancestors' bloodline, absolutely not..."

"Think thrice!"

The Zou Wu Clan's young master and Qingdian also had a change of expression, their gazes becoming extremely complex. They had not expected the True Spirit King to hold Han Li in such high regard, and they hesitated whether or not to seek revenge against him.

Listening to the fervent voices of opposition, Han Li's expression shifted repeatedly, and he became somewhat hesitant.

"This Desolate Wilds Holy Hall was established by me and the other seven True Spirit Kings. I decide who may enter and who may not," Bai Ze said calmly, merely glancing at them with a frown.

"Your Majesty..." The cries of the crowd still echoed, but Bai Ze had already turned and left.

Liqima and the others immediately followed. After a moment of hesitation, Han Li also followed.

Even after they had entered the stone hall, the clamor behind them continued unabated.

However, once the heavy doors of the stone hall closed, all sounds were shut out.

The hall within was dimly lit, with only a brazier in the center, its flickering flames casting dancing shadows all around.

Han Li looked around and saw towering stone statues standing all around. There were eight in total, counting from his side: Taowu, Zhuyan, Luohu, Bai Ze, Mountain Giant Ape, Wandering Sky Kunpeng, Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, and Ink-Eyed Pixiu.

In front of each statue was a stone chair, but they were all empty, having been unoccupied for an extremely long time.

Liu Le'er gazed at the statue of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox before her, looking at the nine fox tails behind it, and feeling the faint connection that existed between it and herself, a look of bewilderment flashing in her eyes.

Xiaobai, on the other hand, stared intently at the statue of the Ink-Eyed Pixiu, looking at its appearance, which was so similar to his own, yet he couldn't feel any sense of closeness. It all seemed so distant, so unfamiliar.

The others also focused their gazes on the ancestral figures of their respective bloodlines, filled with curiosity, awe, excitement, and supplication.

"The statues you see before you are the eight True Spirit Kings from the ancient past of the desolate wilds. Some were my close friends, others were my mortal enemies, but for the sake of the desolate wilds, we jointly built this Desolate Wilds Holy Hall as a restriction to seal the Asura Blood Gate. The reason I have gathered you here again is to use the True Spirit King bloodline contained within you as the key to unlock the restriction," Bai Ze said, his gaze sweeping over each statue.

"We are willing to follow Your Majesty's commands," everyone replied in unison.

"Among the eight True Spirit Kings, other than Luohu and Wandering Sky Kunpeng, who left the Eight Desolations Mountain not long after the Holy Hall was built to roam the void, most of the others have encountered misfortune, their fates have changed and are now unknown. It is even possible that they have all perished. So, after the Holy Hall is officially opened, we will know how many of them are still alive," Bai Ze spoke without hesitation, revealing many secrets of the desolate wilds True Spirits to everyone present.

For everyone present, those ancestors who had given them their bloodline, though they had long been no different from figures in myths and legends, still found it difficult to accept the fact that those ancestors who had brought them such supreme glory were no longer in this world.

Therefore, after hearing this, the expressions on almost everyone's faces became somewhat solemn.

"However, you don't need to be disheartened. We are beings nurtured by heaven and earth, born with various innate divine powers and the laws of heaven and earth. Even if we perish in this world, all bloodline power will merge with the laws of time, and will only be gradually eroded by the Heavenly Dao, but will not completely disappear. So, once the Asura Blood Gate is opened, these forces hidden in the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth will return to the Holy Hall. As their bloodline inheritors, you may inherit their power and become the new True Spirit Kings!" Bai Ze continued.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone felt as if a thunderclap had exploded in their hearts, their minds stirred.

Become the new True Spirit King?

For all the desolate wild tribesmen, this was probably the ultimate temptation in the world.

Their minds were now in turmoil, and they didn't even know whether to hope for the return of their True Spirit ancestors, or to hope that they had already perished.

Bai Ze's gaze was indifferent, taking in all the changes in expression on everyone's faces, without any change on his own.

In fact, he was perfectly aware of all the changes in these people's minds, but he would not be moved by them in any way.

Because none of this mattered to him.

"The flames in the brazier before you are the essence flames ignited by the eight of us. Now they have weakened a lot, indicating that some of us have truly perished in the world. All descendants of the desolate wilds, step forward and listen to my command," Bai Ze commanded.

Upon hearing this, everyone stepped forward and surrounded the brazier in the center.

Only Han Li kept a little distance from them, standing not far behind Xiaobai, silently observing everything.

Seeing Han Li being so sensible, the hostility in the hearts of the people present had diminished slightly. However, in their opinion, the appearance of this human here was still a very superfluous and insulting thing to the Holy Hall.

It was only because the True Spirit King was present that none of them dared to express it clearly.

Bai Ze's gaze swept over everyone, his eyes suddenly fixed, and his hands came together in front of him. A golden ripple suddenly rippled out from the center of his palms, expanding layer by layer like a stone thrown into a lake.

Starting from below the brazier, golden flowers bloomed on the ground over which the golden light spread, as if lotuses were growing all over the ground.

Seeing this, everyone instinctively dodged backward.

Han Li's gaze narrowed as he looked at the ground, and saw that the golden flowers were actually condensed from dense runes.

The aura emanating from the runes was very peculiar, and the moment everyone noticed it, they felt their bloodline connected to it, and their feet seemed to have taken root, closely integrated with the earth.

Han Li's legs faltered, and then he realized that he, too, was connected to the earth like them.

After the initial shock, Han Li quickly realized that this power was not an externally imposed force of imprisonment, but rather an attraction force that connected his own bloodline to the earth.

If he forcibly cut off this bloodline connection, it would not be impossible to get rid of it, but after a moment of hesitation, Han Li decided to maintain this connection, because he could clearly feel that the True Spirit bloodline in his body was obviously quite close to this connection.

As this layer of rune flowers bloomed, golden dust-like fluorescence rose from the ground, quickly filling the entire hall, illuminating the surroundings in a hazy glow.

The eight True Spirit King statues around them were covered with a layer of fluorescent gold dust, and the whole was shrouded in a layer of light, looking like the divine forms of gods standing there.

Seeing this, a look of reminiscence flashed in Bai Ze's eyes as he walked to his statue and slowly sat down.

"Now, each of you take a drop of your original essence blood and throw it into the brazier," he said.

Hearing this, everyone did not hesitate and stretched out their palms, forcing a drop of their original essence blood out.

"Pa da", "Di da", "Pa da"

The hall was silent, and the sound of blood dripping could be heard clearly.

As drops of essence blood containing the bloodlines of the eight True Spirit Kings fell into the dark red brazier, the cluster of golden flames that was burning slowly suddenly surged, and illusory shadows appeared within it.

Han Li's gaze swept over it and saw that what appeared and changed in the flames was actually the true form of the eight True Spirit Kings.

Before he could finish his surprise, the light in the brazier flashed, and eight flaming phantoms shot out from it, flying towards the eight statues around them, directly entering their eyebrows and disappearing.

Immediately afterward, the eight statues trembled violently, and various dazzling lights bloomed on their surfaces, illuminating the entire stone hall in a colorful array.

At the same time, beams of precious light soared into the sky from the ancient paths climbing up the Eight Desolations Mountain, filling the firmament.

In the night sky above, the huge phantoms of the eight True Spirits emerged, occupying the eight directions, some roaring with their heads held high, some galloping and barking at the sky, each unruly and with a magnificent aura.

The people of various tribes who remained on the mountain top square and the cultivators of various tribes who were stationed halfway up the mountain knelt down and prostrated themselves upon seeing this scene, and voices of prayer rang out from their mouths.

The Heaven-Piercing Bell on the peak and the Kui Beast Drum at the foot of the mountain were unmanned, yet they rang continuously. The ancient and long Desolate Wilds War Song suddenly resounded throughout the world, and a majestic aura swept out from the peak, stretching for thousands of miles.

In the town of Zhenhuang at the foot of the mountain, the lights were already twinkling. At this moment, whether in the streets or in the mansions, millions of desolate wild tribesmen also knelt down and prayed like the people on the mountain.

Just when everyone's minds were agitated and their thoughts were unsettled, an unexpected change occurred!

The Dharma Idol phantom of the Mountain Giant Ape, which appeared on top of the night sky above Eight Desolations Mountain, suddenly blurred, and then dissipated directly.

Correspondingly, the Holy Fire that had flown into the eyebrows of the Mountain Giant Ape statue within the Desolate Wilds Holy Hall also trembled, and then dissipated directly.

The fluorescent gold dust that had gathered on it also scattered, and it completely dimmed.

Then, there was a series of chain reactions. The flames in the eyebrows of the remaining statues in the hall flew back and fell into the dark red brazier, and the statues dimmed one after another.

Seeing this, the people on the square were struck by lightning. They all glared at the long-browed old man of the Moving Mountain Ape Clan. The collapse of the True Spirit King Dharma Idol started with the Mountain Giant Ape, which was enough to show that the bloodline inheritor he had chosen was not qualified at all.