Inside the Creation Pool of Blood, Yomotsu underwent an astonishing transformation.
Blood Qi filled its body, activating Yomotsu's hidden immense power. Not only did its remaining three heads start to grow back gradually, but its serpent heads also began to change, slowly acquiring a hint of the Dragon Race's aura.
"How do you feel?" the hunchbacked old man asked Yomotsu.
"Mmm, not bad!" Yomotsu floated comfortably in the middle of the blood pool, as if it were soaking in a bath.
"That's good," the hunchbacked old man said with narrowed eyes, "Enjoy it while you can. In a few days, once all eight of your heads have grown out... heh heh!"
"What?"
Yomotsu immediately snapped back to reality.
The better the Creation Pool of Blood worked for it, the closer it was to the time it would be offered in a blood sacrifice.
"I warn you, don't get any ideas about me. I have a badass buddy, and if he finds out you've been bullying me, he definitely won't let you off!"
