Somewhere in the main peak of the Divine Cauldron Sect, inside one of the houses, a figure was seen sitting, meditating.
His body was covered by the thick crimson blood rotating around him.
His body was covered by the thick crimson blood rotating around him. The blood did not drip or scatter but moved in an orderly cycle, as though guided by an invisible hand.
If Zhiran was here, he would immediately recognize that it was quite similar to the blood mist he had seen in the secret realm before. Back then, that mist carried a wild and violent aura.
In contrast, this one seemed restrained, compressed to its purest essence.
"Hah..."
After some time, the figure suddenly breathed deeply, engulfing all the blood mist around him directly into his body, leaving not a drop.
The suction force was astonishing, causing the air in the room to tremble slightly.
