Cain immersed himself in his cultivation, and his sole focus was enhancing his Blood Refinement Art as fast as he could. Every ounce of strength would be helpful in his escape from this place, and the time was coming closer and closer with each day.
He had spent almost two weeks inside the giant cauldron full of boiling blood. Thanks to the incredibly potent blood essence he obtained with each mouthful, his Blood Refinement Art had advanced at a crazy speed.
After thirteen days of non-stop training, Cain was surprised by a strange feeling. It was as if thousands of ants were trying to excavate a path out of his bones, through his muscles, and break the skin so they could finally exit his body.
Cain grew ecstatic as he felt his body go through another session of marrow washing, and he began to push his Blood Refinement Art with even greater strength.
