"Replacing one's bloodline is no trivial matter."
"The first step is to drain every last drop of blood from your body, leaving no trace behind, before you can accommodate this pure Dou Di bloodline. The process will be like scraping out your bones and replacing your blood—it will be extremely painful."
"Rest assured, Ancestor. I can handle it!"
Having said this much, Xiao Xuan stopped wasting words. His hands formed an exceedingly ancient and intricate seal before him.
Xiao Yan sat cross-legged directly in the blood pool. Blood replacement was obviously an incredibly complicated undertaking, but aside from explaining that the process would be agonizing, his ancestor had said nothing about the details. Clearly, none of that was for Xiao Yan to worry about. Thus, he did his best to relax his body. The path to gaining strength was never easy, and he had long been prepared for that.
Once Xiao Yan was ready, a ripple of soul power emerged from Xiao Xuan's body. It was utterly unlike anyone else's, stirring the liquid within the blood pool.
A powerful and precise force of soul power, like countless invisible threads, instantly pierced through the blood pool and accurately stabbed into more than a dozen specific acupoints across Xiao Yan's body.
The next instant, Xiao Yan felt brief stabs of pain in more than a dozen places on his body. Small wounds rapidly appeared there, and blood began flowing out through them.
Xiao Xuan immediately guided that blood away, preventing it from mixing with the pure Dou Di essence blood within the pool.
As his blood rapidly drained away, waves of weakness assailed Xiao Yan. He felt as though his strength were being slowly drawn out bit by bit, and he even felt a long-forgotten drowsiness.
Yet Xiao Yan remained incomparably vigilant.