Three days later.
Ye Lin discovered a horrifying phenomenon: the immortal stones he had taken out had all been used up.
"Even ten thousand mid-grade immortal stones weren't enough to fill you?"
Ye Lin was stunned. Those were ten thousand mid-grade immortal stones, containing a vast ocean of Immortal Qi.
He had never imagined that even such a quantity of immortal stones would fail to satisfy this thing.
"Do you even have sentience?"
As Ye Lin looked inward at his dantian, an utterly absurd thought suddenly surfaced in his mind. Could this drop of sacred blood possess intelligence?
The next moment, Ye Lin felt the terrifying suction emanating from the sacred blood vanish, and he heaved a great sigh of relief.
But when Ye Lin examined the sacred blood closely, he noticed something was wrong with it.
The sacred blood had grown even more powerful than before, even more dazzling.
In particular, the waves of power rippling around it filled Ye Lin with deep apprehension.
This thing was inside his dantian. One careless mistake, and it could destroy his dantian.
Yet at present, he had no way whatsoever to deal with it.
"Forget it."
After thinking it over, Ye Lin decided not to pay it any more attention. It had shown no unusual movements all this time, so it probably held no hostility toward him.
He had never expected that a single drop of blood could leave him completely helpless.
He had no idea what this drop of sacred blood really was.
But he no longer had any ability to concern himself with it.
Yet the more one feared something, the more it came to pass. Just as Ye Lin was about to recover some of his Immortal Qi, the sacred blood, which had shown no movement at all, suddenly