Time flies like a white horse passing through a crack, and in the blink of an eye, the New Year has passed, and it is now the time of March when grass grows and orioles fly.
The vitality of late spring fills the Zhenwu Seven Peaks, and Qing Yu's practice is also at a somewhat critical moment.
In the Taiji Palace, Qing Yu sits cross-legged, with nine Heavenly Crystals floating in the air, revolving around him continuously.
The nine-colored divine light reflects the figure of the white-haired Taoist, making him appear like a Heavenly Person descending to the world. As the radiance flickers, streams of natural energy rush from his body, resonating with the Heavenly Crystals above, drawing the power of the Heavenly Crystals into his body.
"Blood Vault, accomplished!"
Between Qing Yu's palms, a tiny drop of blood continuously disperses, streams of passionate blood dragons burst forth from this tiny drop of blood, and he absorbs them into his body.
