Duan Qiankun could not approach the central blood pool but could only stand on the stone platform above the blood pool, gazing at Zhang Mo.
For a long time, Zhang Mo, immersed in cultivation, suddenly opened his eyes. The scarlet blood light, dense as if solid, shot from his eyes. In an instant, the blood light faded, but Zhang Mo's eyes still shone brightly and eerily like a ruby.
He slowly stood up, patting the robe, shaking off the blood plasma staining it.
When he lifted his head again, his eyes had returned to black and white, and his aura was restrained, transforming into a kindly, ethereal old cultivator.
He rose into the air, walking on air to Duan Qiankun.
"Anything to report?"
Duan Qiankun slightly bowed and said, "Everything is ready, sir. When shall we act?"
Zhang Mo looked down at the blood pool below and said, "Wait a little longer, my Devouring Spirit Body is about to be perfected!"
