At this moment, another of Zhao Fu's abilities could come into play: the Eight Forbidden Blood Art, which inherently possessed the power to alter bloodlines and create life.
The collected divine blood had all been stored in small bottles. With a wave of Zhao Fu's hand, countless bottles flew into the air. A force spread out, shattering every bottle, yet the blood within was wrapped in an invisible force and suspended in midair, forming one blood-colored sphere after another.
Zhao Fu extended one hand and gave a soft shout, "Eight Forbidden Blood Aura!"
A terrifying blood-colored aura surged from Zhao Fu's outstretched hand. Eight blood-colored runes glimmered faintly as they emerged around his palm, forming a circle centered upon it.
Zhao Fu thrust his hand forward. A force that was evil, bloody, and twisted erupted forth, and the blood spheres floating in the air all poured toward the Myriad Gods Nest, directly merging into it.
The Myriad Gods Holy Beast Nest continuously absorbed that power, while the power of Zhao Fu's Eight Forbidden Blood Art also altered the power of the Myriad Gods Nest.
An hour passed before Zhao Fu withdrew his hand.
The platinum-colored cube had absorbed countless amounts of blood and emitted platinum light. There appeared to be no change on its surface, but in truth, it had changed somewhat.
Zhao Fu injected another surge of power into the nest. It radiated light, and an enormous figure appeared—it was the Myriad Gods Holy Beast.
This Myriad Gods Holy Beast was now over fifty meters in size. It had a tiger-like body, platinum fur, platinum horns, and platinum saber teeth, but its eyes had turned blood-red. Though it looked sacred and majestic, it also carried an icy killing intent.
Zhao Fu smiled faintly as he looked at the Myriad