Gradually, his body began to glow. Divine light surged, seeping from his pores and overflowing from his major acupoints. Strand by strand, it made him look like a burning flame. An unbelievably thick Life Essence was thriving vigorously within him. His blood qi continuously condensed, gathering into ancient runes that branded the void. They emitted a dazzlingly bright, crimson-gold glow.
Wang Xiu's body had gained a touch of divinity. Each drop of his blood seemed to awaken its own consciousness, capable of existing independently. They were like thousands upon thousands—no, billions—of Wang Xius, as numerous as the sands of the Ganges.
