The unpleasant sensation had only just begun. As a strand of dragon essence settled at the Tanzhong acupoint, more dragon essence began surging in one after another, as if it intended to rest there and forcibly carve out an entirely new space.
This dragon essence was on a completely different level from the magical power contained within the Nascent Soul in Lu Xiaotian's dantian. Lu Xiaotian felt as though his chest were about to burst. His collar split open, and cracks kept spreading outward from the Tanzhong acupoint as their center. Yet the dragon essence also seemed to possess the power of self-repair. Each time fresh blood seeped out, the cracks would slowly begin to heal.
As time dragged on, however, the blood escaping through the cracks could no longer be drawn back in. Before long, a large pool of blood had spread beneath Lu Xiaotian. Everything below his chest looked as though he had bathed in blood.
The bitter cold in the ice cavern alternated with the turning of day and night. When the light was at its dimmest, the strange cold within the cavern also reached its peak. Little Fire Crow had changed the Fanluo True Flame shielding Luo Qing and Xiang Qingcheng from the cold from one flame into two.
The other five revolved around Little Fire Crow. It was like a child who had found a new toy, controlling the five Fanluo True Flames and playing with them without a care.
But when it caught the increasingly dense smell of blood, Little Fire Crow could not help glancing back at Lu Xiaotian. Upon seeing him drenched in blood, his face frighteningly pale, Little Fire Crow immediately let out a startled cry. It hopped frantically up and down around him, scratching its head and cheeks, yet it