In the depths of the Cyan Mountain Daoist Temple, the door to a secluded chamber silently sealed itself.
Qi Yun sat cross-legged upon a Profound Jade Meditation Mat. The master scroll of the *Blood Spirit Scripture* hovered before him, its blood-red Dao Rhyme swirling without end, as if alive.
His eyes were half-closed, his Heart and Spirit already immersed in the profound world of this Demon Technique.
When he first began cultivating, only a faint, bloody mist suffused the secluded chamber, as ethereal as fog or gauze.
But as Qi Yun's understanding of the scripture's first level—the Blood Attraction Heart Skill—deepened, a strange phenomenon gradually emerged.
Faint red wisps of blood-qi began to seep from his pores. Instead of dissipating, they intertwined in the air of the secluded chamber, faintly forming slender, blood-red veins that pulsed as if alive.
「Three years passed.」
The scene inside the secluded chamber was vastly different.
