Three Years Have Passed

Three years was a long time for ordinary people, but for cultivators, it was only a short period of seclusion cultivation.

"Another three years have passed."

Zhang Chen sighed and looked at the densely packed blood seeds in the blood pool.

After three years of nurturing with a large amount of demon blood, the Blood God Sons in the pool were finally about to take shape.

"Pa, pa, pa, pa…"

Like baby birds breaking out of their shells, the blood seeds shattered one by one, revealing the Blood God Sons that were completely condensed from blood.

The current Blood God Sons were only the size of a child and were at the first level of Qi Refinement.

Zhang Chen took out a blood storage bottle and continuously poured blood essence into the blood pool.

The Blood God Sons kept absorbing the blood essence hungrily, and their cultivation began to improve.