"Buzz..." The fluctuations beneath the twelve Literary Saints grew ever more chaotic. That suction tore at the pillar of blood, tore at the silver light, and even tore at the surrounding space. The Literary Saints assumed their arrival had disrupted the balance, but their sentiment had been misplaced. Within the blood-red area beneath the triangle, the Small Pouch's suction expanded further, and strands of blood crystals, along with the silver crystalline threads behind them, all fell into Xiao Hua's body.
"Alas..." Poor Xiao Hua had only just awakened. He had no time to rebuke green-robed Xiao Hua for his recklessness and hurriedly urged the Primordial Spirits within him to clean up this mess. Yet, with his experience at the Sword Tomb, Xiao Hua was not particularly flustered. The Nascent Souls within him were now like a sea of stars, while his middle dantian resembled a vast ocean of qi. It was the Small Pouch that was absorbing the Divine Demon Blood Swamp spanning ten thousand li; he was merely picking up the scraps, so nothing serious would happen. His sole concern was being discovered by the twelve Literary Saints. Duanmu Jishi's punch remained fresh in his memory. If the other Literary Saints discovered him, he would truly die without a burial place!
Fortunately, space was in utter turmoil at this moment, with fluctuations spilling everywhere. Whether divine sense or Buddhist consciousness entered the space, it was shredded to pieces; even the Clear Sight Technique was torn apart. Xiao Hua did not need to worry about being seen. Moreover, what the twelve Literary Saints wanted most right now was to collect the twelve God Demon Puppets. None of them could spare attention elsewhere.
"Whoosh, whoosh..." Once the pillar of blood and black qi had been absorbed, the silver clouds were also