In the Eight Treasure Palace.
Threads of innate blood rhythm flowed melodiously, like the ancient songs of the forebearers, slowly streaming through the vast hall.
Chen Sheng felt a slight stir in his heart spirit, a whisper of will in his sea of consciousness:
"Blood, transformed from the innate Primordial Qi, the root of all beings' origin!"
Chen Sheng sat upright on the mat, his posture like a primordial divine mountain, eyes gently closed, his heart spirit long immersed in the endless mysteries of the "Blood Drop Map", oblivious to everything in the external world.
Tens of thousands of years of arduous cultivation and enlightenment.
At this moment, his Dao Rhyme was restrained, yet there was a profound pressure that seemed to suppress all under heaven.
Every breath he took stirred the boundless circulation of blood energy, a sound like rushing rivers concealed within his body.
He introspected his own being, his will clear:
