Dimly, Qing Chen seemed to touch the blood essence origins of those dead cultivators and demon beasts, glimpsing a corner of blood's mysteries.
"What... exactly is this?"
At that moment, Qing Chen had yet to learn just how earth-shattering a thing he had touched!
Just as Xuanji True Lord had told Chi Xuntian, it was the power of "rules."
But the wisp of rule power Qing Chen had encountered was still far too weak.
It was not as simple as the outward power of qi and blood.
Rather, it was something hidden deep within the blood's vitality, something more mysterious and profound.
"It's still not enough..."
Qing Chen gave a low laugh.
Heart-piercing pain mingled with that laughter, yet it grew brighter as he laughed, carrying an air of utter resolve.
He abruptly struck his chest, and the two already formed Brahma apertures instantly spat out two streams of essence blood.
The essence blood transformed into two blood seals in midair and, with a sharp smack, affixed themselves precisely to the bloody fissure on his divine soul.
Boom!
For an instant, thunder seemed to explode.
As time slowly passed, the bloody fissure suddenly expanded, madly devouring everything around it.
The remaining resources were sucked dry in the blink of an eye-the last thread of blood was drawn from the final corpse, the last wisp of Golden Core light dispersed, and the last piece of demon beast flesh dissolved.
The vast cave abode now stood utterly empty and terrifyingly silent, with not even half a bone fragment anywhere to be found.
Qing Chen gasped for breath and raised a hand to touch the space between his brows.
It felt unbearably hot, as though a ball of fierce flame were burning there.
At the center of his divine soul, a blood-red cavity