The golden blood fell into the void.
It splashed open like a golden lotus upon impact, within which stars reversed, and the sun and moon rose and fell. A minuscule universe thrived and perished within it, with each extraordinary scene embodying the supreme truth of heaven and earth.
The vitality contained in the splattered blood was so abundant that even Jing Qiu found it astonishing.
With a slight turn of his wrist, although he had unleashed this slash, the recoil alone set his Qi and blood surging.
Yet, after drinking the sacred blood, the Green Master let out a clear and resonant sound. The golden blood on its blade was instantly absorbed, as if it craved more, much more.
Except for the resonant knife sound, the Sea of Realms fell into an eerie silence.
The cultivators from various families who escaped into the Netherworld were dumbfounded, clearly seeing everything even from afar.
