Star Core War

"... The Blood Prison is now in darkness. Everyone, do you think that the disciples of our sect who have come to the Blood Prison... How many disciples can last until the first night? Now, how many disciples will die in Blood Prison?" An elder said.    

"It's hard to say. After all, the situation in the Blood Prison every year... It's not the same. Furthermore, everyone's fortunes are different. The number of people who could survive was not only dependent on their strength. It depends on luck as well. " In the room, an elder echoed.    

"That's right! You're right. I hope that the number of disciples of the Ming Yang Zong who are still alive will be the same as the previous years. Don't suffer too many losses. "    

" It has only been a few hours since we entered the Blood Prison. If it was within such a short period of time... If too many disciples have died, there is still about a month left. If that's the case, then the number of people who can come out of the Blood Prison alive will be... It'll be less. "    

"That's right. Let's wait for the sect to bring us the news. I hope that the disappearance of Sect Master will be good news..."    

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Many elders were gathered in this room. Almost all of them were elders in this huge room. They were all in a heated discussion about the Blood Prison.    

The disciples of Ming Yang Zong who had entered the Blood Prison and what had happened in the Blood Prison had stirred the hearts of these elders.    

The reason why all the elders were gathered here was because they wanted to know how many of their disciples who had entered the Blood Prison were still alive when the first night of the Blood Prison arrived.    

Every time the Blood Prison opened, it would be the biggest event in the sect. Within the month of the opening of the Blood Prison, no matter if it was the disciples of the sect, it was still the elders and Sect Master. They would always pay attention to the situation in the Blood Prison.    

Everyone would pay close attention to every disciple who entered the Blood Prison. It could be said that every trip to the Blood Prison, the martial cultivator who came out of the Blood Prison alive would be the last. All of them would become the focus of attention in the sect. After all, if he was able to come out alive, he would become a Mortality Transcending Stage martial cultivator. Furthermore, he would become a ___ ___! He would be able to come out alive in the harsh environment of Blood Prison. This also showed that this martial cultivator was really amazing.    

And now, there were so many elders gathered in this room, waiting for news from Sect Master.    

Every disciple of the Ming Yang Zong who entered the Blood Prison, before they entered the Blood Prison... They would leave behind a Life And Death Card in the sect. From this Life And Death Card... The only thing that could be seen was the life and death of a martial cultivator. Once the Life And Death Card belonging to a martial cultivator was broken, it meant that this martial cultivator was dead. At this moment, all the Life And Death Card were gathered together. And all of them were given to Master Dai Jinyong to guard.    

At this moment, these elders had arrived at Master Dai Jinyong's place, and they wanted to know... At this moment, how many disciples of the Ming Yang Zong were still alive in the Blood Prison? All the elders were paying close attention to this situation. After all, this was the trip to the Blood Prison. Every disciple of the Ming Yang Zong was very important to the sect.    

Furthermore, many of the elders present were the disciples they had accepted. Some of them had also entered the Blood Prison. They couldn't help but pay little attention to the situation in the Blood Prison. It could be said that the hearts of these elders were always concerned about the Blood Prison.    

The elders in the room were discussing fervently.    

"Ka!" Suddenly, the sound of a door opening could be heard. Daijin Yuu walked out from a room in the inner room.    

When the elders in the room saw Sect Master's appearance, they instantly quieted down. All of them looked at Daijin Yuu with sparkling eyes. Every elder was looking forward to the answer.    

Daijin Yuu came to the room with a calm expression. He walked to the center of the room. He saw that all the elders were staring at him. Daijin Yuu knew what the elders were waiting for. Without any hesitation, Daijin Yuu didn't want to keep them in suspense. He said straightforwardly, "Just a few hours ago, our disciples in Blood Prison... Twenty-three of them died. This number of deaths was considered normal, and it was within an acceptable range. "    

When the elders present heard Sect Master's words, many of them heaved a sigh of relief. This number of deaths was also within their acceptable range. After all, more than 1,500 disciples had entered the Blood Prison, and it was a very dangerous place. The death of more than 20 people was within their acceptable range. The result was even better than before.    

"Sect Master, who are these twenty-three people?" Suddenly, an elder in the crowd asked.    

Hearing the elder's question, a small portion of the elders were instantly startled. They could feel that these elders had become nervous all of a sudden.    

The reason why these elders were so nervous was because of the disciples who had entered the Blood Prison. Their disciples were among them. These elders had been staying in their rooms all this time, so that they could know about it as soon as possible. Whether or not their disciples were still alive.    

Therefore, when these elders heard this question, their hearts were raised. They were all afraid that the person who died would be their own disciples.    

At this moment, Daijin Yuu saw the faces of these elders. He sighed, then he started to recite the names of the twenty-three dead disciples.    

"Gao Jiyun, Ren Fang, Meng Fang, Zhou Mei..." Daijin Yuu began to recite the names one by one.    

It could be clearly seen that when some of the elders heard Sect Master say a certain name, their faces instantly turned ugly. Their faces were also filled with sadness.    

"... There is still the last Zhang Jianhou. Alright, it's these twenty-three people. They are certain that they have already died in Blood Prison."    

" If any one of them is your disciple's, you can also express your condolences. I think everyone understands the path of becoming a powerful expert. It is this cruel. You are all people who have experienced a lot of things. I'm sure you all understand this as well. " Daijin Yuu looked at the scene. Some of the elders had sorrowful expressions on their faces. He sighed and tried to persuade them.    

"Fortunately, I don't have to worry about my disciple's safety."    

Daijin Yuu looked at these elders who were sad because of the loss of their disciples. He couldn't help but think of his disciple, Qin Tian. And when he thought of Qin Tian... Daijin Yuu was concerned about Qin Tian's safety. He wasn't really worried about Qin Tian's safety. Daijin Yuu believed that Qin Tian's safety was still guaranteed in Blood Prison.    

"Alright, I'll be leaving now. Tomorrow night, as usual, I'll come out for a while."    

The old rules that Daijin Yuu mentioned was that he would come out every night to tell everyone that a few disciples who entered the Blood Prison had died. He wanted to let some of the disciples in the Blood Prison know about the situation and let some of the elders know about it.    

After Daijin Yuu finished speaking, he turned around and walked back into the room, disappearing in front of the elders.    

...    

At this moment, in the various sects in Stellar Core World, this situation was not only happening in the Ming Yang Zong. This was happening in many of the sects. Every sect had their own ways to know what the disciples of their sects were doing in the Blood Prison. What kind of loss.    

Some sects had only lost a few disciples, while others had lost a lot of disciples. Whether it was the sects that lost more disciples or the sects with fewer disciples. None of them were very happy.    

Because no matter which sect it was, they knew that this was only the first night of the Blood Prison. The expedition of those disciples in the Blood Prison had only just begun. There were still more than twenty days left, and the huge test was still waiting for them.    

The one who had the last laugh was the one who had the right to celebrate and be happy.    

At this moment, everyone in every sect could only pray for their disciples in the Blood Prison, hoping that more people would come out of the Blood Prison alive.    

...    

Time passed very quickly, and the night passed very quickly. In the Blood Prison, light had once again descended upon the earth.    

Early in the morning today, the situation in the entire Blood Prison had quietly changed.