82 Trap_1

Spring passed and autumn came; a year had gone by.

Purple Bamboo Courtyard, Qingtang Pavilion, a certain secret chamber.

Shen Long was sitting on a red cushion, eyes slightly closed, his body enveloped in a layer of red light.

After a while, the red light around Shen Long's body dissipated, and he opened his eyes, exhaling a breath of stale air.

He spread out his hands, his arms emitting a red glow as a large quantity of Red Dragon Scales appeared. With ten Blood Flood Dragon Pills, he had successfully cultivated the fourth layer.

As the level of his cultivation increased, he needed an ever-greater number of Blood Flood Dragon Pills, which meant he needed even more second-order Flood Dragon Essence Blood, since a diluted bottle of second-order Flood Dragon Essence Blood was not sufficient.

With a thought from Shen Long, the Red Dragon Scales disappeared.