Yingtao dashed across the ridge like an antelope, leaping up along the nearly ninety-degree vertical rock wall until she reached the top of the ridge.
However, she crouched at the mountain peak, evolving all eight eyeballs into eagle pupils, gazing far into the distance at the enormous Blood Cocoon affixed to the earth, watching as the rivers and Earth Veins appeared like thick blood vessels, delivering Spiritual Energy Essence Qi into it.
It was like some kind of Insect Clan's birthing chamber, a giant's blister, a dragon's egg sac, continuously consuming all the True Qi of heaven and earth, as if something terrifying was being nurtured within.
"What exactly are you doing?"
After watching for a while, Yingtao suddenly turned her head, fixing her gaze on the Blood Eagle that had appeared behind her at an unknown time.
"Sword casting."
The Blood Eagle groomed its wings, each feather as cold as the edge of a sword blade.
"Sword casting?"
Yingtao looked skeptical,
