The Eight Treasures Palace is deep, the hall is serene and profound.
Chen Sheng sits cross-legged on the meditation cushion, his posture like a pine tree, his breath steady as a mountain. With a light wave of his sleeve, a faint and ethereal Dao breeze is stirred, and an ancient jade box lands in his palm.
The jade box is mottled, engraved with ancient blood patterns, cool to the touch, with a faint circulation of blood energy.
With a flick of his finger, a soft "click" is heard, and the jade box opens in response.
A dazzling blood light suddenly shoots up, piercing the dim darkness of the chamber, bathing the entire hall in a crimson glow.
The blood light is like a ribbon, neither overly fierce nor intense, yet inherently possesses a heavy force that shakes the soul.
Within the blood light, an ancient scroll slowly unfurls, its yellowing silk displaying blood patterns that seem alive, with infinite blood energy rushing forth.
