As he knew where the problem was, he diverted his efforts in two ways. He began inspecting each red dot, delving deep into their origin. He analyzed them and tried to deduce their essence. His neighbors were all normal citizens of New Casablanca's rich district. Although they were healthy, their blood essence was far from being as complex as cultivators.
"Blood is closely related to life and the living realm in general. In the human species, blood is used as a means to transport nutrients and oxygen to the organs. To us cultivators, it is our body's energy storage system, the thicker and the more potent the better", the more red dots he inspected the greater his understanding of blood became. "Although mortal and cultivators aren't exactly the same. They are still two stems of the same plants. Thus, the cultivators' origin point is mortality. By comparing my blood and this city's citizens' blood essence. My understanding of blood essence will be complete enough to help me look for the blood treasures!"
Having derived a plan in his head, he immediately began its execution. His senses were completely focused on the analysis of the blood dots. He entered the same state he had attained in the core. Workaholic Fell was back, and he would push himself to a vicious degree in the hope of attaining success.
Minutes ticked and an hour quickly passed. He had finally analyzed all of the blood dots on his apartment's floor. All of the neighbors' blood was analyzed, he mentally dissected each one and looked deeply into its origins.
"What is the essence of blood?" This question was repeated in his mind ever since he finished analyzing the closest neighboring apartments on his floor. And he repeated it every single time he finished fully inspecting a neighbor's blood essence.
"What does essence even mean?!" As time passed, his mind forgot everything and spent all of its focus on his quest.
After a few hours, Fell was alone in the kitchen. He hadn't moved a single step since the dinner, his obsession made him unable to quit his current task. Wind had already left to sleep, seeing that Fell was too focused on noticing his presence. He stayed a few hours sitting in front of him, before departing to sleep in the room across the wall. Of course, sleep was only optional to Fell thus he had no plan to cancel his research to rest.
His eyes were gorged red from his repeated use of his detection ability. Although it was painful, he swiftly ignored it and reactivated his blood ability. Time passed, and Fell's research began affecting his body. His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were unkempt. His frustration was showing on his body as the more he attempted to understand what blood's essence was, the more he emptied his mind's batteries.
"What the hell!" He screamed as his hand moved through his hair in frustration. His clothes were wet from all his perspiration. And inside the soft lighted kitchen, his eyes released a vicious red glow.
"My mind can't process such a vast amount of information! Who would have thought that even mortal blood was so mysterious!?" His shoulder dropped down as fatigue began showing on his body. He got up and washed his face, then sat back on a chair with a glass filled with water. He gulped the glass in one go and looked at New Casablanca's rich district from the screen in the wall.
It was currently late in the night, and there was only an hour or two before New Casablanca's citizens woke up. The streets were calm, a calmness that he wasn't used to in the core. Although this part of the city was interesting. Fell couldn't help but think back about the core, about his friends; His mind dozed off for a few minutes, and his memories with Anzar appeared in his mind. In the middle of the reminiscence, he thought about what was happening in his life. About his road to immortality. His resolve was ignited during this short period.
"I won't accept this result!" He gnashed his teeth in frustration before reactivating Blood Detection. A wave of stinging pain traversed his body as the building's chart appeared in his head again.