At that moment, inside the cave abode, tens of thousands of high-grade spirit stones began shattering in swathes.
Like a snowy mountain collapsing, like jade dust surging into a tide.
Crack, crack, crack...
In an instant, hundreds of the spirit stones piled like little mountains turned to grayish-white powder.
Dense spiritual qi poured wildly from the shattered stones, first as white mist, then as streams, before finally becoming white dragons of spiritual qi visible to the naked eye, wheeling and howling along the cave abode's walls.
Bolstered and contained by the formation, its concentration was no lower than that of a peak fourth-tier spirit vein, and even surpassed it.
Spiritual qi like white dragons and blood qi like red pythons intertwined as Qing Chen forcibly drew them into his body.
Ice and fire tormented him together; blood and spiritual qi devoured one another.
His entire being resembled the embryo of a Demon God cast into the great furnace of heaven and earth, shedding its old shell inch by inch and growing new bones and blood inch by inch.
Pain.
Pain so intense that even a Blood Path True Lord like him, who had weathered countless life-and-death battles, could not help letting out muffled groans.
But he did not stop.
Deep in his sea of qi, the Blood Nascent Soul writhed in agony, fine threads of blood even flowing from its seven orifices, yet it remained seated upright upon the Profound Womb Demon Lotus Platform, never lowering its head in the slightest.
Behind it, the four Brahma apertures revolved slowly like four blood-red suns.
And between those four blood-red suns, a dark red demon wheel was slowly taking shape.
At first, the demon wheel was indistinct, merely a mass of chaotic bloody light, like a solar disc that had yet to