Viscous Black Tortoise Essence Blood trickled along the small whirlpool over his chest and slowly flowed into the Bronze Tablet.
In the blink of an eye, the pool of Black Tortoise Essence Blood had already grown a little shallower.
A strange look crossed Pang Jian's eyes as he suddenly recalled how he had obtained Phoenix Marrow time and again.
The amber-like Phoenix Marrow radiated a lustrous white glow. It was a tangible object.
The Blood-Colored Phoenix Bird that had shot out of Ouyang Duanhai's body and danced through the air had also been refined from thick blood. It, too, was a tangible object.
The Black Tortoise Essence Blood was the same!
The Bronze Tablet his father had left behind before leaving seemed capable of absorbing certain rare, tangible objects.
But the Pot-Heaven Qi Cultivation Art he practiced could only absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the spiritual power within spirit stones, and the Profound Yin Power contained in certain other strange stones.
Whether qi or power, both were formless things—pure energy.
His Pot-Heaven Qi Cultivation Art couldn't absorb tangible rarities like Phoenix Marrow or Black Tortoise Essence Blood, but the Bronze Tablet could.
With both hands supporting the back of his head, Pang Jian listened to the crackling outside and Zhou Qingchen's shouts, but heard no strange cries from Dong Tianze and saw no sign of him reappearing at the mouth of the well.
The Blood Lotus, blooming with bewitching splendor at the mouth of the well, filled most of his vision.
In a corner between the Blood Lotus and Pang Jian, the Spirit Sha in Luo Meng's shape floated in place. With a hollow, wooden expression, it watched him, as if observing his every move.
*I wonder where the Demoness is hiding. She's watching me through the