Upon hearing his father’s words filled with helplessness and hope.
A spark of excitent ignited in the Blood Princess’s eyes. She nodded eagerly and, along with the maid, carefully helped Xu Wendong up.
At this mont, Xu Wendong was like a withered leaf beaten by the frost in late autumn, his body limp and weak, leaning there lifelessly.
His complexion was as pale as frost, radiating a sense of deathly desolation, and the bloodstain at the corner of his lips was unbearably glaring.
His breathing was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, seemingly ready to extinguish at any mont.
The two dared not slacken in the least, gently lifting and slowly moving him, each step taken with utmost caution, fearing that the slightest mishap would cost Xu Wendong his life.
Subsequently, they reached the Blood Clan Holy Land — the Blood Pool.
On the surrounding stone walls, ancient runes were carved that even ti could not erase. The runes appeared to be alive, emitting a faint glow, inciting imagination and awe.
Once they arrived at the location of the Blood Pool, they beheld the mist veiling the surface, like a layer of gauze, half-concealing the true face of the Blood Pool.
The blood, thick as ink, surged incessantly within the pool.
It was like a cauldron of boiling, eerie hot soup, releasing an endless majestic Life Force with each surge.
With a hint of unfathomable weirdness, it was as if a fickle Primordial Behemoth lay dormant within.
"Girl, put him into the Blood Pool. May the power of the pool restore his damaged Dao Foundation and save his life."
Xue Tu’s expression was serious, his face clouded with worry and concern.
Following his words, the Blood Princess nodded to the maid, and together they gingerly lifted Xu Wendong’s arms and slowly imrsed him into the Blood Pool.
In an instant, it was as if a Primordial Behemoth dormant for millennia was abruptly awakened.
The Blood Pool suddenly "ca alive."
The previously sowhat calm blood boiled and swirled violently, stirring crimson vortices like sharp blades.
Those whirlpools, like ravenous beasts, engulfed Xu Wendong’s body with overwhelming force. In a blink, he disappeared into the crimson "furious waves."
Xu Wendong remained in a coma, in a deathly silent state.
Yet at this mont, it was as though thousands of steel needles stabbed him rcilessly, causing his brows to furrow tightly and his face to reflect utmost agony.
He appeared to be enduring the most brutal torture in the world, his body trembling slightly, every muscle and bone seeming to struggle desperately through the fiery and icy agony.
The damaged Dao Foundation, under the fierce impact of the Blood Pool’s mysterious power, was like fragile rotting wood struck by a heavy hamr, also like countless fine steel needles piercing repeatedly.
Every inch of flesh and every ridian felt as if being burnt by intense fire and frozen by ice, pain reaching a near numbness.
The Blood Princess’s beautiful eyes remained unblinking, tightly fixed on the Blood Pool. Her gaze was like a magnet, filled with worry and anxiety, muttering softly, "Young Master Xu, you must hold on..."
Beside her, Xue Tu and the other elders were equally tense, as if facing a formidable enemy, secretly mobilizing the Immortal Energy within, ever ready for any disturbance the Blood Pool might manifest.
As ti slowly passed, the turbulent surging of the Blood Pool’s waters gradually cald, resembling a tad beast slowly retracting its fangs and claws.
In the intensely red hue, a faint golden glow erged, like the first rays of dawn piercing thick clouds, shedding a light of hope, signaling the arrival of a turning point.
The tightly furrowed brows of Xu Wendong gradually relaxed. Although his face remained pale, the despairing ashen color had faded, his breathing now rekindled like a candle’s fla, growing steady and robust, harboring a burgeoning vitality.
The damaged Dao Foundation, under the continuous nurturing repair from the Blood Pool, resembled a collapsed bridge being reconstructed by skilled craftsn, with each crack carefully nded, the foundation rebuilt, firm as a rock.
Moreover, under the refining baptism of the mysterious power of the Blood Clan, it seed to undergo a unique tamorphosis, subtly containing a more profound, powerful force.
Finally, Xu Wendong slowly awakened, his eyes gradually opening, imdiately t with the concerned and joyous face of the Blood Princess, akin to the warm spring sun warming the heart.
He was about to speak when the Blood Princess, as though with a tacit understanding, preempted him, her face full of warmth, "Young Master Xu, you just turned danger into safety, better not speak for now. Feel the vitality of the Blood Pool with your heart!"
Her voice was as gentle as a breeze grazing over zither strings, filled with tender care and concern.
A helpless sigh rose from Xue Tu: "Truly, a grown-up daughter can’t be kept!"
That sigh contained a touch of jealousy over his daughter’s concern for another, and a bittersweet reflection on the intertwining fates of the two.
An elder smiled and said, "Clan Leader, since Friend Xu has entered the Blood Pool, give him a chance!"
"Indeed, Friend Xu has already dual cultivated with the Blood Princess. He is the future Imperial Son-in-law of our Blood Clan, allowing him to refine his Physical Body in the Blood Pool does not violate our ancestral rituals." Another elder spoke, his words full of sagacity and perspective.
This elder had previously suggested letting Xu Wendong enter the Blood Pool to refine his Physical Body, wishing to form a good connection with him.
Unfortunately, he was politely refused by Xue Tu and several other elders, citing ancestral rituals.
The Blood Princess blushed like a tender blooming Red Lotus, softly saying, "Young Master Xu, the Blood Pool is the sacred ground of our clan, containing imnse opportunity and transformation, able to refine the Physical Body and hone the Dao Foundation."
"What you need to do next is absorb as much blood energy from the pool as possible. Don’t miss this rare opportunity."
"Alright." Xu Wendong nodded solemnly.
He then sat cross-legged in the thick Blood Pool, silently reciting the Dragon Phoenix Creation Technique. In an instant, his surrounding aura burst forth like ignited beacons.
The next mont.
A miraculous phenonon occurred, his body seed to transform into an invisible black hole, possessing endless suction, continuously devouring the energy within the Blood Pool.
His pores frantically absorbed the surging blood energy and mysterious energy in the pool.
As the energy continued to pour in.
Xu Wendong’s Physical Body began a transformative rebirth, muscles becoming increasingly firm as if forged from fine steel, with mysterious runes seeming to flow through the textures, pulsating with a vigorous energy.
His bones crackled, like bamboo shoots breaking through the soil, becoming indestructible, able to bear imnse pressure through reconstruction and fortification.
His ridians widened and thickened, like turbulent rivers, with Spiritual Power flowing unhindered, powerful and surging.
Xue Tu and the others stood quietly by.
Watching Xu Wendong’s every movent with unblinking intensity, each heart filled with curiosity and anticipation, secretly guessing how long this lad could endure in the Blood Pool.
It should be noted that throughout Blood Clan history, many exceptionally talented Heavenly Pride had erged, each with extraordinary gifts and strength.
Yet even soone like Xue Tu, whose stature as Clan Leader could cause tremors within the Blood Clan territory with a foot stomp, could only manage to stay in there for five shichen after exerting all his might.
The most outstanding among the younger generation was the Blood Princess, her talent unmatched among her peers.
She could persevere in the Blood Pool for rely six shichen before having to retreat.
Now.
They desperately wanted to know how long the rumored Ancient Sacred Body could last in the Blood Pool!
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