Three Drops of Blood (1/5)

On Mount Buzhou, the blood pool changed, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches Tree slowly rose.

The Reincarnation Disk released the power of reincarnation, its holy might shrouding the disk.

At the center of the blood pool, beneath the Ancestral Witches Tree, three drops of differently colored blood absorbed the power of the blood pool.

Jiang Changkong's blood rapidly drained away, his face growing several shades paler and his complexion slightly wan.

Even an Immortal Venerable would be injured by bloodletting.

The wound in his palm slowly healed. The Reincarnation Disk stopped, and chaos qi no longer poured in.

The blood pool appeared unchanged, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches Tree sank back down.

The three drops of blood vanished as well.

"Take it slowly." The old dragon knew that this was not something that could be accomplished in a moment.

Jiang Changkong swallowed a pill and circulated his Mystic Art to refine it.

"The matter of the blood pool will likely take some time." Jiang Changkong put away the Reincarnation Disk and asked, "May I leave?"

"Before the blood pool changes, I'm afraid not."

Ao Qingyu gently shook her head. "Mount Buzhou allowing you in was already opening the door for you."

"Fine, then from now on, I'll be living in the blood pool?" Jiang Changkong frowned.

"From the looks of it, that may be necessary. Saint Houtu sent you here, but we do not understand the mysteries of the blood pool. Should anything arise, we will still need you."

After some thought, the old dragon decided that Jiang Changkong staying beside the blood pool was most suitable.

Jiang Changkong said no more and sat down cross-legged on the spot.

"We will find you some medicinal materials so that you may recover sooner," the old dragon said.

"Are there immortal stones