"Impossible! Impossible! How is it so hot inside my body, yet not showing at all on the outside?" Zhang Chen just tore off his clothes inside the cave, sitting naked within, the cave was extremely cold but posed no challenge to Zhang Chen.
"Damn it, is it trying to burn me to death?" Zhang Chen only felt there was a ball of fire inside him, constantly burning his five viscera and six bowels.
Zhang Chen silently operated the Light of the True God, yet the Light of the True God was useless.
Looking down at his own palms, he saw his palms were perfectly normal, as if there was no anomaly at all.
"Impossible, my body is so hot, how could there not be a drop of sweat?" Zhang Chen stared at his palms, his eyes showing a trace of doubt.
At this moment, Zhang Chen seemed to recall something, quickly opened his Dharma Eye, and as the Dharma Eye opened, Zhang Chen became shocked, staring at his own arm, for a moment dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.
In his Dharma Eye, his entire body was enveloped in a layer of red light, which was like a several-meter-high flame, tightly wrapping him. And the Light of the True God he cultivated was actually suppressed by this fiery red flame.
Zhang Chen’s eyes looked at his own arm, a layer of fiery red flames enveloped the arm, the flames flickered and twisted incessantly, appearing filled with a bloody smell.
"What’s going on? What’s happening to my body?" Zhang Chen’s eyes showed a hint of horror.
Upon closer inspection of the flames, endless ancient symbols flickered within, and these countless ancient symbols coalesced into fine chains, which interwove under some mysterious rule and flickered.
"What the hell is this?" Zhang Chen looked at the chains within the red light, his eyes filled with horror, numerous thoughts flaring up in his mind, not knowing what was happening.
Zhang Chen forced himself to calm down, then stared intensely at his own arm, quickly deducing two clues in his mind: "The first possibility is my third Skill has absorbed some mysterious liquid, and that liquid is left behind by a powerful being who intends to possess me. However, my Light of the True God shows no response, and my mental will remains unaffected, so this possibility can be ruled out. The second possibility is I’m undergoing Washing Marrow and Cutting Hair, experiencing a special change, which once endured, will be extremely beneficial to me."
Numerous thoughts swirled in Zhang Chen’s mind, as he felt an intense heat inside him, even his breathing was about to be asphyxiated by that heat.
"The burial chamber is not to be dug today!" Zhang Chen slowly stood up, feeling pain all over his body, grimacing in agony, as if his body was being torn apart, the sensation just like fierce flames burning every inch of flesh within his body.
"Go home!"
Zhang Chen had no mind to feed the giant wasp, nor the sparrowhawk, he only wanted to go home now.
Not even grabbing the basket, Zhang Chen staggered his way out of the tomb, and with each step the pain within him doubled, it seemed as though he was being burned with fire and doused with chili water, the pain almost making him faint.
"What exactly is this blood? My third Skill seems somewhat strange!" Zhang Chen staggered towards home, only to be stopped by severe pain arriving, then fainted completely.
At this time, Zhang Chen didn’t notice that all the blood within him had evaporated, transforming into red liquid that combined with the runes in the red glow surrounding him, weaving under some mysterious rule, and the myriad blood-red rune chains entangled in flow, converging towards Zhang Chen’s heart, soon having fully amassed there.
Now, Zhang Chen’s body had no blood left, all of it had transformed into runic forms, gathering within his heart.
A single heart certainly couldn’t fully bear the blood from one’s entire body, but once the blood transformed into runic forms, it self-compressed and rotated, twisted under some strange rule, before long a crystalline grain size exquisite crystal appeared inside Zhang Chen’s heart.
The crystal was formed by compressing Zhang Chen’s entire blood alongside those runes, if looked at closely, turned out to be identical to the crystals Zhang Chen dug from the tombstone.
Now the crystal emitted dazzling red light, casting Zhang Chen’s body as if it were transparent jade.
Fortunately, after three breaths, the crystal’s brilliance had withdrawn, and then a stream of red gas flowed out from the crystal, acting like red silk threads, to substitute Zhang Chen’s blood, flowing through the veins, seemingly remodeling Zhang Chen’s body.
As dusk fell, the crystal seemed to complete its redesign, and then all the red light in Zhang Chen’s body vanished, absorbed back by the blood-red crystal, yet Zhang Chen’s body was empty, with not a bit of blood flowing, and his heart also ceased to beat.
No one knows how much time had passed, suddenly the crystal slightly vibrated, and a drop of golden blood flowed out, dropping into Zhang Chen’s heart, unfortunately, the blood was too little, unable to fill his entire heart.
Then the single drop of golden blood suddenly vaporized, turning into a fog, filling Zhang Chen’s heart and even starting to saturate Zhang Chen’s blood vessels.
"Boom~"
The silent heart began to beat, the golden fog seemingly replaced the blood, sustaining the supply of blood throughout the body, supporting the energy transport throughout the body.
With the heartbeat, Zhang Chen’s vitality began to revive gradually, and the liver’s function of generating blood slowly restored, and drop by drop of crimson blood slowly trickled out, gradually inundating the golden fog with crimson blood.
Suddenly, at some moment, Zhang Chen lying unconscious on the ground opened his eyes, an indescribable sense of weakness filled his entire body, Zhang Chen felt lightheaded, his brain foggy, as though under excessive blood loss nearing brain death.
Simultaneously a massive hunger ravaged his body, his stomach rumbling like thunder.
Zhang Chen wanted to struggle to get up, but with no blood in his body, where would he find strength to rise?
At this time the blood within Zhang Chen’s body had yet to recover.
"Darn! How am I so weak?" Zhang Chen’s eyes full of confusion, continuously checking his condition, he felt like he might have lost too much blood.
Looking over all his Skills, none seemed capable of solving the problem.
"Seems there’s only one Blood-sucking Skill left!"
Zhang Chen struggled to open the lid, grabbing a wild chicken unable to move.
No matter if sucking blood works or not, this was the only thing he could do!