Inside the cave mansion, the flickering candlelight cast shadows on an aged face full of wrinkles.
Master Xuanming slowly opened his eyes, a trace of eerie green light flickering within his gaze.
With a gentle motion of his frail, stick-like fingers, the jade bottle in Zhao Kai's hand flew into his palm.
"Fresh blood?" Master Xuanming's hoarse voice carried a hint of disdain: "Soul blood is fundamental; what use is mere fresh blood?"
Before the words fell, his expression suddenly transformed.
Under the candlelight, the fresh blood in the jade bottle revealed a faint golden glow, with Yin Yang Qi vaguely circulating within.
Master Xuanming abruptly stood up, his wide black robe fluttering without wind.
"This... what is this?" He trembled as he dripped the fresh blood into his palm, closed his eyes to sense for a moment, and then a terrifying gleam erupted in his eyes: "Innate Yin Yang Spirit Body!"
