The blood eye seemed tranquil.
When the blazing sun overhead disappeared, the power of the God's blood was all absorbed. The vexing golden blood also disappeared. After the numerous blood and flesh were devoured, the non-absorbable parts of the God's blood were finally channeled into the light swords.
The huge blood eye in the sky was still staring at the earth silently, but the red beams had disappeared.
Under the blood eye, the sword embryo gave out an astonishing power. 18,000 swords of different shapes and auras constituted a huge ball. They were swimming slowly like a giant school of fish. Amazingly, no matter how they flowed, the dividing line between Yin and Yang didn't move a bit.
Ai Hui was suspended in the center of the sword embryo. He stretched his arms and closed his eyes tightly.
To the various swords flowing around him, he was like a magnet that attracted them, but none of the swords could touch him.
He was modifying the swords.