As time passed, the blood energy within Lin Chen's body continually exploded, new blood was born, purer, grander, and unending.
The sea kept shaking, its area growing larger. Yuan Ying sat in a circle at the Palace of Mud Pill, radiating light, spiritual power intertwining into a fine thread.
Year after year, the dust in the forest stood motionless like sculptures on the surface, but its aura grew increasingly immense.
