Dustin walked toward the altar, ignoring the intense dark energy emanating from it. He bent down to pick up the bronze waist token. His fingers traced the strange pattern etched into its surface, his eyes glinting with cold detachment.

"This wasn't done by a single group," he said. "Judging from the age of the bloodstains and the style of the items left behind, at least three different factions have performed blood rituals here over the past few decades."

He then moved to a relatively intact corpse. After examining the bones, he noticed the man's sternum had turned an unnatural dark gold, covered in fine cracks.

"This individual's cultivation was not weak. He was at least in the Grandmaster realm when he was alive. But the cause of death… It seems like some force violently drained all his essence and soul. Even the spiritual essence in his bones was stripped away."

"Were the blood rituals meant to communicate with the Void-Tyrant Dragon? Or to weaken it?" Grace asked with a frown.