Zhao Dong held the small jar, his mind filled with questions. What was the origin of this drop of essence blood? He had grown up in this old residence, yet he had never heard his grandfather or adoptive parents mention anything like it.
How many secrets does this old house hide? A flicker of determination crossed his face as he muttered to himself, "Regardless, I'm the one who found this essence blood, so it's my opportunity. I must discover its origins."
He sat down cross-legged and began trying to absorb the drop of essence blood. From the very start, he felt a powerful resistance, as if the blood contained a formidable energy that refused to be absorbed. Zhao Dong gritted his teeth and persisted.
Gradually, a warm current began to flow through him, and the formidable power slowly started to merge with his body. Just then, he thought he heard a dragon's roar—a deafening, soul-shaking sound.
