His head exploded with intense pain in an instant, like a sponge crazily absorbing those intricate and profound insights without regard for anything else.
In the blink of an eye, his understanding of the second-layer cultivation technique became so profound that it was as clear as observing a fire or as if it was right in the palm of his hand.
Fang Zhixing shuddered, entering that mysterious and ethereal state once more, dreamlike and illusory.
In his trance, he once again saw the peerless beauty, Yan Hongtao, and the Blood Mist Totem branded on her belly.
On that enigmatic visualization diagram, the blood mist churned incessantly, rolling like the tides, as if it had suddenly come to life.
An endless expanse of blood mist spread in all directions, mighty and vast, forming an oceanic Blood Sea that swept through the entire world, engulfing Fang Zhixing.
Then, rustling sounds began to echo.
Indescribable noises began to reverberate in Fang Zhixing's mind.
