On this day, the Five-Colored Rune Vessel once again sliced through the void, its body transformed from seventy-two array banners.
Five types of spirit light—blue, red, yellow, white, and black—intertwined and flowed around the exterior of the vessel like five vibrant ribbons, forming a semi-transparent shield that kept the howling astral winds and tiny space turbulence at bay.
Chen Sheng sat cross-legged at the center of the vessel, his gray-blue Daoist robe soaked in spirit light, appearing more and more lustrous. His aura remained as calm as a deep pond as he began to blood sacrifice the stone bead as usual!
His fingertip slightly moved, and a wisp of light red blood mist slowly oozed from it. The blood mist contained not only his essence blood but also entwined with a trace of faint yet condensed power of spiritual sense, like a slender red snake lazily floating toward the blue treasure bead.
