Cold Ice Cave.
The practice room was shrouded in darkness.
Shen Xuan stood amidst the obscurity, a faint cyan spiritual light flickering around his body.
With his eyes slightly closed and his mind concentrated, he operated his internal spiritual power according to the secret technique of the "Netherworld Demon Flower," condensing the dozens of drops of essence blood within him into a red spiritual flower.
The flower blossomed without leaves, dazzling and vivid.
It was just like the legendary appearance of the Netherworld Flower.
Using one's own essence blood as a guide, and life force as fuel, it squeezed the potential of the flesh body, no wonder it would consume the lifespan of the cultivator.
As the spell was activated, Shen Xuan could clearly sense his abundant vitality being devoured by the Netherworld Demon Flower in his dantian like a flood gate opening.
