"It really works!" Han Zhao's eyes lit up.
This way, he wouldn't have to choose the memories after the delay in the next simulation.
After confirming again that no one was approaching the room, he sat cross-legged on the bed and activated the Blood Spirit Policy.
His skin turned red at a visible speed.
"Blood Spirit Avatar!"
Han Zhao clasped his palms together. Drops of blood constantly seeped out of his skin and gathered in his palms.
After a while, a ball made of blood condensed in his palm. It was the size of a human head.
The blood seemed to be condensed by an invisible force and kept gurgling, but it maintained the shape of a ball.
"Phew!"
Han Zhao took a deep breath and let a tenth of his blood qi leave his body at once. He felt a little weak.
"This feeling is so magical…"
He looked at the blood ball in his palm and suddenly shifted his perspective to the blood ball. Then, he 'saw' himself.