Feng Yan came to a stop and looked up at the sky.
At some point, towering figures had arrived, each sitting opposite another and gazing down at this place, seemingly permitting the farce he had created.
The bloodstone within his inner scenery flew out of its own accord. Its inky aura dissipated, leaving it impossible to conceal any longer. Bound to his very nature and life, it began attuning to heaven and earth.
An immense blood qi phenomenon arose from his body, resonating with heaven and earth. There were visions of ancestors offering prayers, sacrificing countless beasts, and descendants multiplying. All the blood scattered across the battlefield surged toward it, and even many of the surviving heavenly soldiers and spirit monsters could not escape being drawn away.
The Purple Mansion cultivators' gazes shifted uncertainly. They withdrew one after another and ceased fighting, turning instead toward that vast phenomenon of blood.
Golden nature.
A golden nature of ancient blood qi, exceedingly rare and originating in antiquity-it might even date back to the Heavenly Epoch, when divine beings still walked the earth. How had Feng Yan obtained such a thing?
Blood qi churned. Heaven and earth trembled.
Feng Yan's nature and life were constantly being elevated. The utterly different blood qi Great Daos of ancient and modern times met within his body, but now there was no mystic blood or mystic object to suppress them.
He knew perfectly well what the great figures present wanted: merely for him to make an attempt at blood. Who hoped he would succeed and who hoped he would die was difficult to say.
He had rehearsed this day countless times in his mind, yet not once had it unfolded like this, with circumstances pushing him forward step by step until he reached this point.
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