Time flies, ten years have passed.
At Golden Roc Peak, in a certain practice room.
Shen Long sat cross-legged on a red cushion, his eyes tightly closed, with red dragon scales visible on his skin.
After a while, Shen Long opened his eyes and exhaled a turbid breath.
"Seven hundred drops of essence blood, that's much stronger than the Barbarian Cultivators of the same rank,"
Shen Long mumbled to himself.
He had now condensed seven hundred drops of essence blood, far exceeding other Body Cultivators of his level.
