Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Last time, he dug out piles of stone fragments and wood. Perhaps it was due to the large amount of Power of Space-Time spilling out, which gradually merged into the Sumeru Space, making it "larger".

What he saw today indeed verified his speculation.

Zhao Sheng quickly calmed his emotions, and the forefinger of his right hand flickered with a faint light.

In the next instant, a section of gourd vine over ten feet long appeared out of thin air, landing on the ground in front of him.

Seeing the two Yellow Gourds hanging beneath the vine, Zhao Sheng flipped his hand, and a small golden sword with a cold gleaming light suddenly appeared in his hand.

Holding the Dragon Head Sword, he slowly extended it to the top of the gourd, starting to slice slowly along the place where it connected to the vine.

Slash!

Zhao Sheng cut very slowly, the resistance from his hand was immense.

But after the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he finally separated the Yellow Gourd from the withered vine.

Zhao Sheng waved and collected the gourd vine. Then he reached out and picked up the Yellow Gourd, placing it in front of his eyes for a careful observation.

This gourd is about a foot high, large at the bottom and narrow at the top, with skin as smooth as yellow jade, glossy and soft.

However, apart from that, it had no other extraordinary features, as if it were just an ordinary Yellow Gourd.

Yet Zhao Sheng knew deeply that this gourd was of extraordinary origin, likely a rare Spirit Root among the heavens.

Just because the Yellow Gourd remained "impervious," as if it were self-contained.

Zhao Sheng had tried every possible means, Divine Sense, Spiritual Power, Sacrificial Refining Technique, Treasure Refining Spell, and many other methods, but all failed to penetrate this gourd. Even the Top-grade Spirit Weapon Dragon Head Sword could not harm it in the slightest.

In his view, this gourd might fit those four words: "A divine object conceals itself."

In recent days, he suddenly thought of a method, which led to today's act of picking the gourd.

After playing with the Yellow Gourd for a while, Zhao Sheng placed it in front of his knees.

Then, he took out the Dragon Head Sword and brutally slashed his left wrist, causing blood to gush out instantly, then pouring onto the gourd.

At that moment, the Yellow Gourd suddenly emitted a faint Yellow Light, swiftly absorbing all the blood into it.

Seeing this astonishing scene, Zhao Sheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately grasped the Dragon Head Sword, once again slashing open his just-healed wrist.

Splash!

A large amount of blood sprayed onto the gourd, and then was completely absorbed by it.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng's mood was even more uplifted. He feared no reaction, least of all did he fear bloodletting and cutting flesh.

Afterward, he repeatedly cut his wrist and let the blood flow.

The inside of the Yellow Gourd seemed to contain a Bottomless Pit, unexpectedly accepting everything without reservation.

Regardless of how many times Zhao Sheng bled, it could effortlessly absorb it all.

Four hours later, Zhao Sheng's face was slightly pale.

During this period, the amount of blood he had let could have filled the entire cultivation room.

However, he still did not feel any response from the Yellow Gourd, nor did he notice anything unusual about it.

"Could it be... that the method of bleeding over the gourd is wrong?"

At this moment, Zhao Sheng began to doubt, but his hands didn't stop, still repeatedly slashing his wrist and bleeding.

Another hour passed.

Just as he was about to give up for the third time, the Yellow Gourd finally showed a new change.

Suddenly, a faint red glow appeared on the surface of the gourd. The red glow quickly flowed upward, converging above the mouth of the gourd.

The next second, a strand of Blood-colored Light Flame suddenly spat out from the gourd mouth.

The Blood-colored Light Flame floated into the air, suspending quietly, appearing like a blood-red bead the size of a bean. It looked crimson like amber, with an ethereal glow wafting off its surface, seemingly real and illusory.

"Huh, what's this? It seems..."

Zhao Sheng gazed in awe at the strange blood bead in mid-air, murmuring softly, as his mind began to stir.

With the thought just arising, the strange blood bead abruptly transformed into a streak of blood light, plunging into his left chest, embedding deep into his heart, and then quietly settled.