Half a year later.
Divine Blood Sect.
Song Wen stood suspended in the air.
Within a radius of ten thousand li around him, not a single person could be seen.
Yet more than ten thousand li away, numerous figures stood in the air.
Ying Wu, Kui Bull, and the Divine Blood Sect's Mahayana inner elders were all among them.
Even the Crimson-Scaled King was present.
She had come specifically to observe Song Wen's tribulation, so that she could prepare for her own tribulation in the future.
As for the other Divine Blood Sect disciples and Zhou Siyi, they were twenty thousand li away.
They were too weak. Even a trace of residual might could cost them their lives. Moreover, should anything unexpected happen, their cultivation would make it difficult for them to retreat in time.
Song Wen opened his loosely clenched right hand, revealing two Blood Leech Pills he had prepared long ago.
With a slight flick of his hand, the Blood Leech Pills flew up and fell into Song Wen's mouth.
The instant the pills entered his stomach, a stabbing pain struck him.
Yet Song Wen paid it no heed.
Many years ago, he had taken three Blood Leech Pills at once. He had long grown accustomed to the pain brought by taking two.
Song Wen immediately circulated his cultivation technique and refined the medicinal power, his cultivation rising slightly in turn.
Yet it was precisely this imperceptible increase that brought Song Wen's cultivation into contact with an invisible bottleneck.
In an instant.
The sky, once clear and blue as freshly washed silk, suddenly darkened.
Then thick black clouds surged in from all directions like raging waves, layer upon layer, swallowing the last shred of daylight.
A pressure of heaven and earth poured down from the depths of the