The Blood Refining Demon Scripture circulated.
Luo Ganjing's corpse, seated cross-legged within the great hall with a pallid face, was forged by the divine art into countless streaks of bloodlight. Like threads, the bloodlight pierced into Luo Tianfeng's arm.
Suffused with holy aura and wreathed in mystical radiance, it transformed into the purest qi, restoring vitality to Luo Tianfeng's withered body.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Long and powerful, just like his current life force.
The youthful Luo Tianfeng sat quietly upon the throne, calmly overlooking everything before him. His eyes held only the joy of his strength slowly recovering.
Only after Luo Zhiqing's corpse had been brought to the royal court did ripples finally arise within him.
Strictly speaking, Luo Zhiqing was his nephew.
Looking at Luo Zhiqing seated cross-legged in the hall, Luo Tianfeng rarely revealed a trace of emotion, yet it vanished completely in an instant.
He activated the demonic art again, refining blood to fill his body. As countless shades of crimson covered that youthful frame, Luo Tianfeng leaned lightly against his seat and said in a deep voice, "This rain came at just the right time."
After a long period of calm, the torrential rain had finally arrived.
As though it wished to wash away countless sins.
Luo Tianfeng looked toward the distant sky, his expression resolute and calm.
As long as he obtained the Saint blood of several more relatives of the same clan, he could recover his former strength. Then, he would naturally step forth to turn everything around, suppress the upheaval within the great sect, and crush all those who sought to overthrow it.
In the darkness, Luo Tianfeng suddenly laughed.
He thought again of the origins of the Soul Banner.
Who could have imagined that such a demonic divine weapon had risen from humble