Beyond dozens of miles to the north of the Bloody Palace, the valley is long and winding. The mountains and waters have been dyed with a layer of blood color for unknown reasons. On the cliffs, there is a group of ancient and magnificent buildings that are silent, giving people a feeling of dullness and somber horror.
The cave surrounded by the mountain to the north and south is shrouded in blood mist and crimson.
The white bones in the blood-colored formation are intermittently visible, and faintly, it seems to resonate with a chilling and painful scream.
Three men and women in the Contemplation Realm and over twenty in the Condensation Realm, clad in blood-red robes, sat cross-legged at different points of the formation. Serving as intermediaries, they controlled the refined essence of blood that they sent into the cave.
As the vice-chieftain and elders of the Bloody Palace, they all had pale faces and slender cheeks, as if they had not been exposed to light for a long time.
This is related to the blood royalty scriptures they practice.
This cultivation method achieves rapid power enhancement by absorbing others' blood. Although in Lu Jin'an's eyes, this method has too many flaws, for a small place like the Nan Zhuo Domain, it is considered a remarkable cultivation technique.
Throughout the entire Nan Zhuo Domain, only the Bloody Palace can produce so many strong cultivators in the Contemplation Realm and late-stage Condensation Realm.
Looking up at the sky, Lu Jin'an casually glanced and found no ice flower when he was outside. He then directly entered the cave.
The place where the Blood Palace's sect master, Lì Huangquan, is meditating is filled with a nauseating smell of blood. Around the stone platform, there are piles upon piles of bodies that cannot be counted, some already dried and shriveled, others still fresh.
Fresh blood, flowing against the concave groove leading to the stone platform, cascaded upward into the blood lotus blossoming in the sunken part of the stone table. The middle-aged man with bare chest sat cross-legged, eyes closed and incanting spells. The purified blood constantly entered his body, and his veins writhed like worms on his body.
The "Blood Emperor Canon" practiced by Lì Huangquan, a late Contemplation Realm cultivator, is clearly more refined than that of the elders. At least, he appears no different from an ordinary person on the surface.
This is because he discovered a perfect cultivation method and broke through to the next realm from the recently discovered true god's tomb.
"Not enough, not enough, and still missing..."
Opening his bloodshot eyes, Lì Huangquan clenched his hands: "It's still only a half-step to sitting in reflection, far from enough..."
"Sitting in reflection is sitting in reflection, and Contemplation Realm is Contemplation Realm. How can there be such half-step distinction?"
Would the True Kings in the Sitting in Reflection Realm invite you to exchange insights together?"
The sudden sound caused Lì Huangquan's face to change. He raised his hand, and a blood-colored spirit force condensed into a blood ray that flew towards the source of the sound: "Who are you?!"
The blood-colored spiritual force, which had been blasted out, dispersed like a mist. Lì Huangquan's eyes widened with shock as he looked at the young man floating in front of him. As soon as their eyes met, he felt an icy chill running through his entire body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Being a cultivator of the "Blood Emperor Canon," he was more sensitive to death than most practitioners, so he knew that he was no match for the young man in front of him.
As the big shots of Nan Zhuo Domain, Lì Huangquan had the fortune to have been outside and seen the true gods of Nan Zhuo Domain before, then he ran back in a hurry...
And the young man in front of him was far more mysterious than any true god he had seen from afar, so...
"Met the Immortal!"
Lì Huangquan immediately prostrated himself to the ground and immersed his face in the blood pool, not daring to move.
Across the entire Tengyun Continent, Nan Zhuo Domain is like a village that has not yet escaped poverty. Under the influence of the 'information cocoon', in its fixed cognition, the True Kings in the Sitting in Reflection Realm are considered to be at their highest level of attainment, and they are not aware of higher-tier information.
Therefore, it was only natural for Lì Huangquan to believe that Lu Jin'an was an immortal as described in legends.
When it comes to legendary immortals, one naturally needs to bow and pay respects to show their reverence.
"You've obtained a flower from the ancient tomb..."
Before Lu Jin'an could finish speaking, Lì Huangquan immediately presented his storage ring: "I have it, please accept the immortality.”
Lu Jin'an directly took out the Ice Soul Frost Flower from his storage ring, which had seven leaves and was carved to look like ice sculpture. He immediately touched a spell to preserve the Ice Soul Frost Flower, whose medicinal properties were spreading, within a boundary.
Fortunately, such rare treasures that are useful to cultivators at the level of compounding cultivation are strong in life and the time since they were taken is not long, so the loss of medicinal properties is not significant.
'The Ice Soul Frost Flower with seven leaves is sufficient.'
Holding the Ice Soul Frost Flower, Lu Jin'an looked at Lì Huangquan who was still kneeling. He placed his hand on the back of Lì Huangquan's head, giving him some guidance.
Lì Huangquan's body froze and he felt that the spiritual energy generated by the "Blood Emperor Canon" within him was even more smooth. He gained a better understanding of how to take his cultivation to the next level.
Lì Huangquan lifted his head in ecstasy, but there was no sign of the Immortal anymore.
"Tomorrow... I have a feeling that tomorrow I will break through to the Sitting in Reflection Realm!"
"Thank you, Immortal!"
Excitedly, Lì Huangquan bowed deeply to the air several times, then he focused on refining blood with an even more refined version of the "Blood Emperor Canon" and broke through his realm.
