On the fully assembled Gu Tu appeared a landscape pattern outlined in simple, ancient lines, the brushwork seemingly casual and impressionistic.
Mountains stretched on and on, rivers wound through them, clouds and mist dotted the scene... but these so-called patterns were also quite "ordinary" and abstract. There were no clear place names marked, no precise route guidance, and even less any sign of the imagined Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame.
At a glance, it was completely like a landscape painting drawn offhand by some unknown painter, one that valued artistic conception over realism. It seemed to have not the slightest direct connection to that peerless Strange Fire said to be able to purify all things.
Lin Ming was not the least bit anxious about this. He remembered the method from the original work. He forced a drop of crimson blood from his fingertip, the blood containing pure energy and his aura. With a flick of his finger, the drop of blood accurately fell onto the center of the Gu Tu.
When the blood landed on the yellowed parchment, it did not immediately slide off. Instead, like a drop falling onto a dry sponge, it slowly seeped down, gradually staining a small dark red blotch.
However, aside from this, the Gu Tu still floated quietly there. None of the anticipated strange scenes appeared—no great burst of light, no transformation of the map.
The imprisoned Three Scorpions at the side were prisoners now, their lives hanging by a thread, but driven by the irrepressible curiosity in their hearts, they also stared fixedly at the Gu Tu.
They had thought they would be able to witness the earth-shaking spectacle of this legendary map becoming whole. In the end, after the blood was dripped, there was only an extra bloodstain and nothing else. A trace