Of course, besides the omnipresent baleful aura, these streams of blood qi also contained faint traces of the dragon bloodline.
Ao Guang had no reason to deceive himself about that. The blood qi was indeed easier for members of the Dragon Clan to absorb.
But Lin Changqing merely smiled.
Was the power of the Dragon Clan's bloodline in the Ancestral Dragon Pool really absorbable only by dragons?
He had still eaten his fill of it. If there had been more, he might even have broken through.
This little bit of dragon bloodline power was nothing to him; it couldn't stop him.
After flying ten thousand miles from the other side of the abyss, Lin Changqing finally slowed to a stop.
The blood qi in the abyss below churned incessantly, surging and washing over the depths like flowing water.
Lin Changqing found a place where the blood qi gathered, carved a cave into the cliff with his hand, and slipped inside.
At once, Lin Changqing sat cross-legged. Within him, the uncontrollable images of the Divine Demons all sat cross-legged as well, their eyes closed, their bodies shimmering with countless scarlet lights.
The 3,600 acupoints around Lin Changqing's body turned into 3,600 vortexes, beginning to absorb the surrounding blood qi. He didn't spare even the baleful aura!
Inside him, a blood-colored millstone appeared at some point. The overwhelming blood qi entered it and instantly became gentle.
After being pounded and refined again and again, the impurities—which made up more than nine-tenths of it—were gradually beaten out and vanished without a trace.
Only the tiniest, purest strand of blood qi was absorbed into Lin Changqing's body, into the images of the 3,600 Divine Demons.
After all, this was merely a secret place, far inferior to the power of the Dragon Clan's bloodline in