The Old Man Burning Fire closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, circulating the turbid blood spiritual power within his middle dantian, and immediately, thick smoke rose from his pores.
His expression was somewhat complex.
Clearly, he could distinctly feel that the middle dantian did not belong to him, nor was the spiritual power obtained through cultivation, yet he could manipulate it with ease.
What on earth is the origin of the Supreme Qingtian, and what ambitions does he have for intervening in the No-Life Sect?
Forget it, it has nothing to do with me.
No matter whether the Life Festival goes smoothly or not, no one can leave unscathed.
The Old Man Burning Fire opened his eyes, pus and blood uncontrollably flowing from his features, yet his breath had steadied, "You... what do you want to obtain from the Life Festival?"
"Top-grade Spirit Stones, Yin Blood Attribute."
