Ning Qi also looked over.
From their distant observations, nothing seemed amiss here.
It was only upon arriving that they realized this was the only piece of land without a Blood Pool.
"It seems this place holds a significance akin to their Holy Land."
"Otherwise, why would there be no Blood Pool here?"
Xu Wanrou followed up analytically.
"Hmm, let's go in and take a look."
Ning Qi nodded, then continued to walk inside.
Soon, they arrived in front of a pavilion.
Due to years of neglect, the place was quite rundown.
Even the plaque above the door had fallen.
Ning Qi walked straight in and saw that this was essentially a pavilion filled with numerous memorial tablets.
"These are clearly the memorial tablets of their disciples from back then."
"The one at the top should be their Ancestor."
The Medicine Spirit pointed at the row upon row of tablets, analyzing.
"Each one has lost its aura, indicating these people are all dead."
