Qin Chuan hid in the dense shadow cast by the Blood Divine Throne, like an abyssal beast lying in wait, patiently watching his "masterpiece."
The "False Blood God" seated on the throne perfectly received the vast torrent of Divine Blood pouring from the Heart of Divine Remains. An ancient desolation and majesty, the same as the heart's, radiated from him. His scarlet eyes swept indifferently across the empty valley, like an ancient deity newly awakened and growing accustomed to his newfound power.
The Heart of Divine Remains kept beating steadily. With every pulse, it pumped immense quantities of pure Divine Blood toward the throne, which then channeled it into the False Blood God.
Clearly, it was pleased with this new "core." It had no inkling of the astonishing switch behind it.
"Not enough."
Qin Chuan spoke silently to himself.
The False Blood God had drawn all the heart's attention and allowed Qin Chuan to slip away, but that was only the first step.
His goal was far greater than finding a stand-in.
He wanted the heart, the throne, and the entire Land of Divine Remains!
Qin Chuan's consciousness extended like an invisible tendril, cautiously probing the Blood Divine Throne.
He had created the throne himself, so he knew its core structure intimately.
Now, he used his pure Shadow Divine Power as a carving knife, quietly altering the Energy Circuits within the throne.
The changes were subtle. They did not directly affect the throne's ability to absorb and channel Divine Blood. Instead, they planted Qin Chuan's marks at critical points along the energy's path.
Each mark was like a tiny black hole, greedily drawing a trace of Origin Essence from the passing Divine Blood while secretly spreading Qin Chuan's will into every corner of the throne.
The process demanded even more