At the same time!
The faint golden light filling the Quiet Room looked nothing like that in Cheng Buzheng's eyes!
What he saw were golden particles shattering once more into even finer entities.
Each one was a monster covered in blood-colored scales, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.
At this moment, Cheng Buzheng saw monstrous figures with savage faces filling the void.
It was immensely shocking!
And immensely terrifying!
It was as though he had fallen into the Nine Nether Purgatory, condemned to eternal damnation with no hope of release.
Seeing this, Cheng Buzheng understood at that moment that this might be the fundamental reason countless powerful cultivators had devolved into mindless monsters.
However, before analyzing the divine blood, he had long since prepared himself.
Thus, though the sight jolted his heart, Cheng Buzheng swiftly regained his calm.
Then, Cheng Buzheng formed a Spell Technique with both hands. Invisible ripples, accompanied by profound light, shot from his fingertips.
With a low shout, he spoke.
"Purify!"
In an instant, a clear, ethereal radiance poured forth, sweeping toward the thin veil of golden light.
Sizzle!
Sizzle, sizzle!!
In an instant, the particle-sized monsters' faces twisted viciously, as though they were roaring in agony.
In the next breath, the bodies of those particle-sized monsters became much fainter.
Clearly, this was the effect produced by Cheng Buzheng's Spell Technique.
Yet he was not satisfied.
Though it seemed that a few more attempts would completely erase the hidden danger, Cheng Buzheng clearly sensed that the power within the divine blood appeared to have dissolved somewhat.
If he were to erase every one of those monsters completely, he estimated that the power within the divine blood would decline as well!
By then, not even one-tenth would remain.
Of course, that was merely Cheng Buzheng's estimate.