In the Blood Realm.
Su Heng had been in a state of deep meditation for a whole month now.
He sat cross-legged, his hands gently clasped below his abdomen, his facial expression devoid of sorrow or joy, looking like an old monk deep in Zen meditation, with all the hostile aura around him seemingly dissipated. Around Su Heng, distinct and gentle rays of light enveloped him. Each subtle pulse of the Dragon Cocoon in front of him caused various extraordinary visions to continuously emerge.
His massive and heavy body rose off the ground and hovered in the air, surrounded by soft green grass and pale white flowers.
The air was filled with strands of mist, all condensed from the purest Daoist charm.
The Lava Lake and surrounding walls had long since vanished.
In their place was a boundless wilderness and a clear blue sky that was pure enough to elicit tears.
