Ye Lin could feel that the strength of his physical body had increased by nearly ten percent compared to before.
This was an utterly astonishing improvement.
After all, even for quasi-saint cultivators of the Human Race, who were said to possess the frailest physical bodies, once they reached the quasi-saint realm, their bodies would become absurdly formidable.
There was almost no room left for improvement in the physical body.
Yet a single drop of True Dragon blood had strengthened his body by a full ten percent under such harsh conditions.
Then what about the rest?
Ye Lin could not help raising his head and fixing his gaze on the remaining eleven drops of True Dragon blood.
"Then... let's do it."
With a wave of Ye Lin's hand, the surrounding palace vanished.
What followed was nothingness—boundless, endless nothingness.
From the outside, his cave abode looked very small.
But within, there was another world.
It was practically a miniature universe.
Ye Lin did not immediately refine the second drop.
He sat cross-legged in the Void, surrounded by endless darkness and Chaos.
A moment later.
After adjusting his aura.
He looked up at the eleven crimson-gold drops of blood floating before him, his gaze as still and deep as an abyss.
The blood droplets hovered in the Void, each as large as a pigeon's egg, with Chaos aura constantly churning over their surfaces.
Within the droplets, tiny phantoms of True Dragons soared. Every True Dragon radiated dragon might powerful enough to crush an entire world.
Even the weakest of that dragon might belonged to a fifth-level quasi-saint; it was terrifying beyond measure.
On their surfaces were also the Great Dao Laws branded into the blood by the Dragon Clan.
"If one drop of water can fit inside, then smash the bucket and create