In the small secret chamber, less than ten feet across, a thick, intense smell of blood lingered, the wall-embedded pearls dyed red by the crimson light reflected from the Blood Pool, casting a somewhat eerie and sinister ambiance.
Chu Zheng retracted the Spiritual Light from his eyes, stood up from the coffin, his movements somewhat stiff.
The Blood Pool mirrored a somewhat gaunt figure, entirely covered with black fur inches long.
With a slight movement of his tongue, Chu Zheng could lick the nearly inch-long canine teeth inside his mouth.
The two nearby Cultivators had mediocre Cultivation. The middle-aged Daoist who had just spoken, named Song Zhao, had just entered the Third Order.
The Cultivator standing beside him, named Gu Zhenxun, had a Cultivation level of only Second Order Perfection.
After a Hundred Days Qi Cultivation, Chu Zheng had compressed the Yin Qi inside his body into a Yin Pill, entering the Third Order.