Deep within his sea of qi, the Blood Nascent Soul abruptly opened its mouth and, like a great whale drawing in water, swallowed the incomparably pure qi and blood and fragments of rules!
Buzzz-!!!
Bloody light blazed around the Blood Nascent Soul, and its body began swelling at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The phantom Nine-Petal Demon Lotus Platform between its brows suddenly spun faster, and a trace of dark-gold luster began appearing along the edge of its ninth petal!
The bottleneck to the Nascent Soul middle stage had loosened!
The major apertures throughout his body trembled in unison!
"Not good!"
Penglai True Lord was the first to react.
He had lived for a thousand years and fought countless cultivators; his experience was seasoned indeed.
Just moments earlier, he had felt that something seemed off about Qing Chen's condition.
Now that Hui'an had pointed it out, his divine sense immediately locked onto that seemingly tottering figure on the seabed.
Sure enough!
Although the bones in Qing Chen's arms were cracked and blood trickled from his mouth, leaving him looking utterly battered.
The qi mechanism surrounding him was undergoing some subtle transformation!
That was no final flare of a dying flame!
That was... rebirth from a broken cocoon!
"I've become a whetstone?" Penglai True Lord froze at first, before a sense of humiliation erupted from the depths of his heart!
He was the grand Island Lord of Penglai Spirit Island, a Nascent Soul late-stage great cultivator whose name had been renowned for a thousand years, who had swept across the Gouwu Sea and forced countless powers to bow their heads!
And his opponent had treated him as a stepping stone to hone himself? At a Nascent Soul Ceremony, no less, before so many old acquaintances, as well as people