Duan Qiankun could not approach the center of the Blood Pool, and could only stand on the stone platform above the Blood Pool, looking at Zhang Mo.
After a long while, Zhang Mo, immersed in cultivation, abruptly opened his eyes. Dense scarlet bloodlight shot from them as if it had taken solid form. In the next instant, the bloodlight receded, yet Zhang Mo's eyes gleamed like rubies, bright and uncanny.
He slowly stood, patted down his robe, and shook away the bloodstains clinging to it.
By the time he raised his head again, his eyes had returned to black and white, and the aura around him had been drawn back in, turning him into an amiable old cultivator with immortal bearing and Daoist bones.
He rose into the air and walked across the void until he arrived in front of Duan Qiankun.
"Something the matter?"
Duan Qiankun bowed slightly and said, "Everything is ready, my lord. When do we make a move?"
Zhang Mo lowered his head and looked at the Blood Pool below. "Wait a little longer. My Spirit-Swallowing Dharma Body is about to reach great completion!"
Ever since destroying Lianxin Valley, Zhang Mo had never shown himself, mainly because Baiyun Immortal City's reaction had gone beyond his expectations. No matter how he thought about it, he did not think Baiyun Immortal City would suddenly establish Qingli Immortal City in Lianxin Valley.
As a result, he had no choice but to abandon every plan he had made before, fall silent instead, and continue plotting a new plan.
And these years, he had been cultivating while plotting that new plan.
By now, the layout of his new plan had already been completed. Only one thing remained: for his cultivation to advance another step.
Duan Qiankun's expression stirred slightly. "The Lin