Kyle was still guiding the rolling blood that now already was fully golden in colour through his also already golden body.
But to Kyle, it wasn't golden. When he was looking at it in his spiritual vision, it was shining non stop with azure light, something that signalled the purest and the best type of qi that was even possible to exist in the whole universe.
No matter where one went, azure was the colour of cultivators. Those that truly understood felt and practised the real cultivation that was ever-present since the times when it was first invented in the world.
But the blood itself was still burning him with no regards for whatever Kyle felt and thought. The only thing that mattered to him right now was to try to get through the absorption.
Before extremely domineering, the Phoenix spirit, right now, while knowing that no one was close to it, was meditating, trying to stay awake until the little human would finally absorb the last pieces of his blood.