He Pingsheng stood above the sea of blood, his divine sense surging outward.
Looking down from the middle of the heart chamber, this had been no more than a few drops of essence blood.
But only upon descending did he discover that these few drops of essence blood formed a vast sea of blood.
The golden blood churned ceaselessly, as though boiling.
Waves of tremendous aura emerged, enveloping He Pingsheng and this entire stretch of heaven and earth.
At that moment, the Chaos Golden Scripture within He Pingsheng began circulating of its own accord. All four hundred and eighty million pores on his body opened, like a parched person in the desert opening their mouth to drink.
Thirst had taken tangible form.
He Pingsheng did not rush to plunge into the sea of blood.
His divine sense was still sweeping the surroundings.
He saw that there were at least tens of thousands of people in the sea of blood.
Men and women, too many to count.
Almost everyone had their eyes closed, enjoying or enduring the progress and pain brought by body refining in the blood.
Whoosh...
A drop of essence blood flew out of the sea of blood and landed squarely in He Pingsheng's palm.
He sniffed it, then examined it.
"What a high grade!" He Pingsheng could not see through the grade of this essence blood at all.
But he could be certain that it was higher than ninth grade.
"I wonder just what realm Pangu, who split heaven and earth apart, reached while he was alive!"
"It must have been above primordial unity!"
Muttering to himself, He Pingsheng found a secluded spot with few people and descended.
Rumble...
The instant He Pingsheng's body sank into the sea of blood, all the robes and garments formed from Daoist