As dusk settled, Grandmaster Ma tumbled through the bamboo grove, snapping many of the green stalks beneath its heft. Its body, drenched in blood, painted the earth beneath it in somber reds. After consuming a variety of miraculous herbs in the afternoon, its body was enveloped in mysterious symbols, undergoing a violent transformation that had persisted until now, with blood continuously seeping from its pores. 3

The creature's fur was stained a deep crimson as it let out low, anguished roars. The dormant demon bloodline within it was partially awakened, prompting a renewal of its very lifeblood. If this continued, signs of a transcendental evolution were inevitable!0

Its wings had grown noticeably amidst the tumult, with the runes adorning them dazzling more brightly, crackling with tiny arcs of electricity. Like the ancient pegasus that relied not on the flapping of wings but on the shimmering runes to propel themselves at breakneck speeds across the heavens, Grandmaster Ma was evolving.1

Meanwhile, Zhao Qinghan was a portrait of tranquility compared to the tormented Grandmaster Ma. With her eyes closed, she felt every subtle shift within her, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. Her visage glowed faintly in the evening sun’s dying light.0

Wang Xuan produced several metallic tokens, abruptly extending his spiritual domain to attract the mysterious essence within. He drew this arcane substance out steadily, channeling it into Zhao...0