A drop of blood!
It replays the mottled past of the heavens.
It is so crystalline, so brilliant, illuminating eternity.
Shi Hao naturally knows it. When searching for the Heavenly God Tree, he once entered a pure land, dug the witch out of the all-encompassing soil, and obtained this drop of blood.
This came from a cauldron that was lost, a round cauldron with three legs and two ears.
"What secret does this drop of blood hold, and why can it resonate with that city?" Shi Hao was stunned.
Gazing at this drop of blood, it seemed as if a Heavenly Emperor had descended to the world, resurrecting here, overlooking the myriad heavens of eternity, seeing through the past and future.
In the distance, at the end of the horizon, a desolate aura came rushing forth, yet within this drop of Emperor's blood, the sound of battle cries shook the heavens, as if in a great war, endless mighty beings slaughtering each other.
