That's right, the word written in blood.
It is "Immortal"!
And the immense pressure endured upon entering the hall also originates from it.
Lu Yuan stood in place, his eyes glowing, with a hint of astonishment.
It's not just the power emitted by the word "Immortal".
More importantly.
After observation.
He discovered that the blood seemed as if it had just flowed out from a human body.
There was no sign of it drying up, shimmering with bits of radiant light.
It might not be dazzling and bright.
But it could captivate one's heart, carrying an incredibly vigorous and potent vitality, able to endure endless eras without decay.
"In the legends, Immortals can sit and rest atop the clouds for millennia, watching the years of the human world pass by, achieving immortality. Could this truly be the fabled blood of an Immortal left behind?"
Lu Yuan muttered to himself, genuinely feeling shaken, realizing that the entity who left this word was surely not simple.
