The Former Glory

“Boom!”

Chen An’nian, deep within the water pool, suddenly opened his eyes as if he heard the sound of war drums.

Blood vessels continuously burst out from his pores.

The divine power from the fragment of the Golden Book flowed into his meridians, replenishing Chen An’nian’s depletion.

His body contracted abruptly as if he was about to form some kind of seal in his hand, but he couldn’t complete it.

The qi and blood within his body became chaotic, and the formation of the fist seal was ultimately in vain.

With a muffled groan, Chen An’nian swiftly rose up, took a breath from the water’s surface, and dived again.

A trace of crimson bloodstain spread across his lips.

The failed condensation of the fist seal caused greater damage to his body than he had imagined.

The blood that surged out during his training was actually the process of expelling impure blood, a way of purifying and rejuvenating himself.