Above the Blood Sea, a Yin Wind howled, kicking up a sweet, acrid mist of blood.
At the center of the Blood Sea, a massive, Twelfth-Grade blood-red lotus platform slowly revolved.
Atop the lotus platform, Qi Yun's figure finally became clear.
He was still seated cross-legged, but his skin had taken on the translucent color of Blood Jade, and within it, the phantom of a vast Blood Sea could be seen flowing.
His three thousand blood-red strands of hair moved without any wind, each tip connected to a tributary of the Blood Sea.
Between his brows, a vertical, blood-colored mark resembled a third eye. As it opened and closed, a blood-red light capable of devouring heaven and earth flickered in and out of existence.
Thirty years of arduous cultivation. The Foundation Establishment Chapter of the Blood Spirit Scripture had reached Great Perfection.
