Long Chen sat in a daze on the spot. Sharp Scales raised his claws in frustration, wanting to slap himself in the face. However, he couldn't bring himself to do so. The conflicted look on his chrysanthemum's face was filled with joy.

After an unknown amount of time, Long Chen seemed to remember something. He reached into his bosom and pulled out an item. Upon closer inspection, it was an ancient book. Long Chen clearly remembered when the blood flower had attacked him that day, his chest had lit up, and after it had shone, the blood flower had disappeared, and he had also fallen unconscious.

The book was not thick, only about ten pages thick. The yellowed paper exuded a simple and unadorned feeling. On the cover of the book, there was a single word written with vigor: "Sword!" Just from a single glance, one could feel the terrifying sword energy.

Long Chen calmed himself down and opened the first page. When he was done flipping through it, Long Chen was stunned. There was nothing else on the blank page. Long Chen continued to flip through a few pages until he finally finished flipping through the entire book, but there was not a single word.

"Try smearing your blood on it." Sharp scale replied with a serious expression.

When Long Chen heard this, he waved his right hand and an ink-black longsword suddenly appeared in his hand. He stabbed the longsword into the ground and drew a line on it, causing dark red blood to drip from the gaps of his fingers.

Blood dripped onto the page and the book was quickly knocked unconscious. The entire book was soaked through, but no signs of activity could be seen from the rest of the book.

"Eh? Fuck, that's impossible! " The sharp scales took the ancient book from Long Chen's hands and started flipping it back and forth. While he was flipping through it, blood seeped out from the inside of the book cover to the outside. Long Chen hurriedly closed his eyes, and Sharp Scales narrowed his eyes as he looked around.

When Long Chen opened his eyes again, he discovered that he was in a world of swords. The ground was densely filled with swords, and the sky was filled with swords.

Long Chen surveyed his surroundings. There was no one there, and no one knew where Sharp Scales had gone to.

"Ai!" A soft sigh echoed through this world. All the swords that heard it shuddered simultaneously, and all the swords that flew in the sky also stabbed into the ground.

Long Chen looked towards the direction the voice came from. Behind him, a three thousand foot tall mountain had appeared. The mountain was perfectly straight like a sword that pierced through the clouds, and a person's shadow could be seen on the peak.

"How many years has it been?!" The voice was filled with boundless vicissitudes of life, and as it entered one's ears, it caused one to feel absent-minded.

The swords that were originally stuck into the ground rose up from the ground and formed a long flight of stairs as they flew. Long Chen did not hesitate and walked up.

At the end of the stairs, Long Chen finally saw the true appearance of that figure. It was an old man with white hair. A domineering aura shot up into the sky. There was a huge, hideous hole in the sky above his head .. there was no sky above his head!

The old man turned his head to look at Long Chen. A cyan eye like imprint flashed between his brows, and a pressure bore down on Long Chen. Long Chen's legs bent as he stared fixedly at the old man.

"Ha ha!" The old man suddenly turned around and laughed. He laughed arrogantly, and the pressure was also withdrawn.

Long Chen stared at the old man. The old man gave him the feeling of standing tall and mighty. It was as if he were standing before an enormous mountain, whereas he himself was as minuscule as a grain of sand.

The old man turned around and looked at Long Chen again, "Alright! Good! "Alright!" He said three good things in a row.

"What's your name?" the old man asked.

"Long Chen."

"Long Chen? "Dragon surname?" The old man frowned slightly and stared at Long Chen with some suspicion. Long Chen felt as if he had been seen by the old man, including everything that had happened in the past.

"So that's how it is." With a flick of his finger, a ray of light flew out from Long Chen's head. The moment it flew out, all the swords in the area began to tremble, and the swords that had formed into a flight of steps in the air stabbed back into the ground. All the swords were trembling, as if they were mortals that had seen an emperor.

"In the end, reincarnation is still reincarnation." The old man whispered.

"Who are you?" Long Chen suddenly said.

The old man was stunned. The light once again entered Long Chen's head. "Me?" The old man raised his head and looked at the sky. His eyes were filled with reminiscence. After a while, the old man came back to his senses. "I am just a fragment of the soul that has been left behind."

"Where is this?"

"This is the world in the book you got."

Seeing Long Chen's confusion and silence, the old man continued, "What is written in this book is what this old man has obtained throughout his life. Seeing Long Chen's confusion and silence, the old man continued," What is written in this book is what this old man has received throughout his life.

Long Chen nodded. The old man continued, "This old man can be considered half a master of yours. This old man can be considered as a wish that remains in this world."

Long Chen was stunned as he lifted his head to look at the old man. He cupped his hands and bowed deeply. The old man laughed heartily as his laughter broke through the horizon. The sound became softer and softer until Long Chen's vision blurred and he returned to the cave.

It was unknown where Sharp Scales had gone. Long Chen touched the book in his embrace, his curiosity piqued, and he wanted to immediately read what was written in the book.

Sharp Scaled Beast looked around vigilantly. The surroundings were filled with densely packed swords.

"You've actually turned into this." A voice rang out. Sharp scale looked up, that old man clad in green was still standing in the air, his aura soaring to the heavens.

"Who are you?" Sharp scale warned.

The old man stared at the sharp scales for a long time without saying anything. He waved his sleeve and the sharp scales left the world inside the book and returned to the cave.

Long Chen, who was reading an ancient book, suddenly felt the light in front of him, and Sharp Scale appeared beside him. One man and one beast stared at each other.

"Where did you go?"

"A world of swords."

"Did you see anyone?"

"It's an old man dressed in green."

The two of them asked and answered at the same time. There was a long silence.

Long Chen stepped forward and picked up the ancient book. He brushed off the dust on it and placed it in his bosom. Then, he turned his head to look at the sharp scales that were still rolling on the ground.

"Are you alright?" Long Chen couldn't help but ask as he looked at the sharp scales crying out in pain.

The sharp scales didn't speak, instead, he stretched out his claws and continued to search his belly. When he retracted his claws, he held a few pieces of chaos saliva and stuffed them into his mouth. When he opened his mouth, Long Chen saw with his sharp eyes that the sharp scales were filled with sticky blood.

After half an incense stick of time, the sharp scale spat out a mouthful of black blood, and the blood fell onto the ground, making a sizzling sound. In a short moment, a huge pit appeared on the ground, with the sharp scales sticking out of the ground like a dead dog.

"Damn it, it hurts so bad!" "Pah pah..." He spat out a few mouthfuls of black blood.

"Cough cough, boy, where are the items?" Sharp scale bandit said with a guilty conscience.

"Got it." Long Chen replied in an indifferent manner.

"Boy, I won't hide it from you. That's a good thing! Don't lose it. Your cultivation is too shallow right now. After you raise your cultivation, this thing will definitely be a huge help for you!"

"What kind of help?"

Haha, I can't see it, right? Through my previous experience, I have proven that this is definitely a divine tool, and it might have been crafted by the old man in this book. You can see that this book contains a world, but you definitely can't see that this world is a majestic sword formation.

Long Chen was stunned. He finally understood where the blood lotus went, "But what's the use of keeping the blood lotus? What if something that's trapped inside tries to break through the formation and comes out? "

As for keeping the flower of blood, I think that the old man inside should have seen the black lotus that you used that day. You should know that when you reached the Qi Condensation stage, you would have reached the Core Formation stage, and after that, the Spirit Transformation stage, and after that, the Spirit Formation stage, you would be able to integrate the cultivation technique that you thought was very powerful into your body. That day, when you used the cultivation technique, you would be able to fuse it with your own blood flower, and at the same time, you would be able to make your move even more powerful.

Long Chen nodded his head as if he had understood something. He touched the ancient book in his bosom, and his eyes lit up.

"I say, where did you get that skill from? How come I've never seen it before?"

"The family's cultivation technique."

Long Chen nodded, "When you reach that level, the side effects of forcefully raising your cultivation method are great, and it will consume energy channels. It is to forcefully condense your blood essence into spirit energy and then raise your level in your dantian."

Sharp scale nodded, no one knew what he was thinking.