Inside the Cultivation Room
A half-naked man sat cross-legged, with demon patterns entwined like thorns on his chest, sometimes bright, sometimes dim. The surging Qi and Blood turned into a substantial form, forming a blood-colored vortex around him. The muscle lines under his skin flowed like lava, with every subtle tremor causing ripples in the air, and his bones emitted a clear sound of jade clashing.
With a muffled roar like thunder, the Qi and Blood around the man suddenly reversed in, and the demon patterns shook violently, as if hit by something. After a moment of silence, he slowly opened his eyes, a hint of purple lightning flowing deep within his pupils.
Qin Tian stood up, with his muscles and bones ringing in unison, exuding a powerful and domineering aura, as if a real dragon had descended on earth. The air twisted into scale-like patterns under the tremors.
Hu~~
