What a fake expression

Lin fan left the sect silently.

In the distance.

Xue Lian was currently recovering his strength.

The hanrou sect had already moved over and could be considered to have married into the magnificent flame sect. After experiencing life and death this time, Xue Lian valued his closest kin even more.

At the same time, he also wanted to improve his strength as soon as possible.

He was afraid that such a thing would happen again in the future.

He didn't want to have that feeling of powerlessness again.

Below the heavenly Palace was Xue Lian's cultivation ground.

The sea of blood covered the area, turning it into a Blood River.

Xue Lian, on the other hand, sat cross-legged on the sea of blood, cultivating with his eyes closed to form the blood God.

The monstrous blood force transformed into wisps of mist and slowly fused into Xue Lian's body.

A Scion of the blood God had been successfully formed.