Soaking in the crimson liquid, Tang Wulin felt as though every drop of blood in his body was boiling and roaring. Yet unexpectedly, he felt no pain.
He had a wondrous sensation. Under the influence of the crimson liquid, scorching energy was continuously absorbed by the bloodline within his body, strengthening his Bloodline Power.
The energy contained within the Essence Blood of Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts was unimaginably terrifying, let alone this red liquid mixed from the Essence Blood of dozens of Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts. What Tang Wulin did not know was that even Shrek, with its many experts, would need nearly two hundred years to gather enough materials for a pool like this. Its effects would not be much inferior even compared with the Essence Blood of a Hundred Thousand Year Level Soul Beast.
Mu En had not lied to him. Even Tang Wulin could only receive this treatment once, because after he used it, Shrek's reserves would not be sufficient for another use anytime soon. They would need more than ten years to gather enough again.
Feeling the changes within his body, Tang Wulin pondered Mu En's words.
Find his own path—but what kind of path was he meant to walk?
Just as Mu En had said, assault, control, agility, support—those were merely the most superficial choices of direction. Having spent so much time with Mu En, Tang Wulin could tell that what Mu En truly wanted was for him to find a goal and direction for becoming stronger.
But why did he want to become stronger? What kind of person did he want to become?
Bobbing up and down in the crimson liquid, Tang Wulin contemplated this question.
After a long while, the crimson within the liquid gradually faded until it finally became a