The information within this blood was incredibly ethereal and difficult to fathom.
Whenever Luo Zheng sank into meditation, it seemed someone was softly whispering something into his ear.
Luo Zheng tried to listen to what was being said, but no matter how hard he strained to make it out, he could never hear it clearly...
Several days later, Dugu Jian Xiaoxiao was also sent here. The boy's complexion was terrible, utterly pale. The moment he saw everyone, he began to complain, "What kind of lousy blood exchange was that? It nearly got me killed!"
Dugu Jian Xiaoxiao had not been born into a great family, nor did he have so many scruples and feelings of awe. He only trusted the sword at his side. Coming to the Heavenly Rank Race had not been his own decision either, so it was only normal for him to speak without restraint.
The martial artists who had entered this place all wore expressions of deep agreement. The process of blood exchange truly was not pleasant.
Now that Dugu Jian Xiaoxiao had arrived, only Qing Yu and Xi Youqin remained.
After seeing Xi Youqin again in the universe, Luo Zheng felt a faint anticipation, but a trace of worry had also arisen in his heart. By searching through his memories of the Great Thousand World, he learned that Ning Yu Die had also ascended. He simply did not know which great world she had ascended to. Once this stage was over, Luo Zheng should go look for Ning Yu Die.
However, considering Luo Zheng's current prestige, no matter which great world Ning Yu Die had ascended to, as long as it belonged to one of the Three Great Factions of the human race, there would not be much of a problem. At the very least,