As Fairy Yaoxi drew Ju Yang's attention away, Blood Charm Saint Ancestor, who had already risen to his feet, gazed coldly ahead. His hands moved rapidly through seals, and a mass of gray light gushed from his fingertips. Runes and incantations flickered rapidly before, carrying the gray light in a flash as it suddenly surged into his body.
A frigid voice appeared on the spot along with the disappearance of the gray light:
"Hmph. Even if this Saint Ancestor was schemed against by that old fool because I let my guard down, you're merely a divine sense clone. You're still incapable of covering the sky with one hand. Let this Saint Ancestor see how much power your clone can display compared to your true body."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Blood Charm Saint Ancestor's originally shriveled body suddenly seemed to have been inflated with some kind of gas, rapidly swelling.
By the time he finished speaking, the shriveled body that had looked like a dried corpse had already transformed into a handsome cultivator in his thirties, with a broad forehead, white teeth, and red lips.
His figure was tall and straight, and a terrifying aura no weaker than Ju Yang's divine sense clone spread around him. An awe-inspiring pressure that commanded fear without anger, shaking the soul, surrounded his body.
Qin Fengming's heart jolted. He immediately realized that this young cultivator was the Blood Charm Saint Ancestor's true body.
"Are you stimulating your own potential? That won't frighten Ju. Here in He Yang Palace, this divine sense clone of mine has no need to worry about energy depletion. The energy you obtained by burning your own vital essence will disappear before long. When that happens, we'll see what you can use to fight Ju."
Seeing the change