Sunset gave way to moonrise, and night was drawing near.
The cracks upon Liang Hui's body had all healed.
Apart from a faint addition of unruliness and willfulness, he looked no different than usual.
The youth disregarded the blood that coated the ground, extending his palm.
Silver fur emerged, and even his fingernails turned sharp and slender.
"It seems the fusion went well, I wonder if I can cultivate," he mused.
Liang Hui returned his palm to normal, began regulating his breathing, and started to refine the demon blood within his body.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound, like that of crashing waves, kept emanating from his body.
As time passed, a faint demon Qi continuously surged.
The red blood, which had been restored, was now transforming back to silver.
Unlike the originally mysterious and cold silver blood,
this time there was an added resilience that rampaged throughout his body.
However, it was quickly subdued by Liang Hui and began to circulate slowly.
