Chapter 3 The Mysterious Drop Of Dragon Blood

• After Francis had finished speaking, he began digging to excavate Queben's grave.
• When he had dug down to the coffin and pried it open, shock instantly showed in his eyes.
• Queben's body had mysteriously vanished.
• He couldn't believe it, for he personally buried his master back then.
• He leaped down, only to find a small box at the bottom of the coffin. Upon opening the wooden box, he was greeted by the sight of a cauldron about the size of a fist on the yellow silk lining within.
• The small bronze cauldron covered in patina was rounded and stood on three legs. Its design was peculiarly ancient, exuding a mysterious primordial aura.
• In it floated something that resembled a drop of blood.
• He had merely glanced at that mysterious drop of dragon blood before a deafening boom resonated in his head as if a thunderbolt had struck. In an instant, he lost all consciousness.
• He felt as if he had been tossed into an endless space of inky darkness. It was a world painted entirely in shades of ebony. Swirling black vortexes spun ceaselessly, scattering across the horizon.
• Beneath his feet lay an endless expanse of obsidian barren land, desolate and bleak.
• At the edge of it was a range of black mountains. They were even more majestic than Evergreen Mountain Range where Quadriga Sect was located, towering more than ten thousand feet high and extending over a thousand miles.
• As he ventured into the mountain range, it suddenly came to live.
• It lifted its head, revealing an unimaginably massive dragon head. The mere size of it far exceeded the tallest peak in Duflana.
• Even more astounding, the infinite black mountain range turned out to be the body of that immense dragon.
• The mighty dragon threw its head back and roared at the skies. Immediately, a torrential downpour followed. In an instant, the ground was transformed into an ocean, submerging Francis within its depths.
• Unable to breath, Francis was on the verge of suffocating. The agony was unbearable.
• It took a long while before he managed to break free from the illusory realm of the deep sea. Dropping to the ground on his knees, he panted heavily, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
• He didn't dare look at that drop of blood anymore.
• What kind of creature's blood is this? Why is it so terrifying? If a single drop could do that much, just how powerful must it be? Could this be dragon blood?
• But just then, the bronze cauldron suddenly flew right onto his hand as if it were alive and swiftly vanished into his palm.
• Francis was taken aback. He sensed it coursing upward along the meridians of his right hand. Then, an intense wave of pain washed over him, making him feel as if his entire body was being torn apart.
• The pain had him writhing on the ground, howling loudly. His skin and muscles cracked, and blood gushed. It was as if he was being brutally tortured.
• Half an hour later, the cauldron reached his elixir field after traveling upward his meridians.
• All he knew was a loud bang resonating in his head before he lost consciousness and promptly passed out.
• By the time Francis awakened, it was already the dead of night. He glanced down at his body, only to find his clothes in tatters. Not only was his skin stained with blood but also a layer of black oil-like substance that was both sticky and emitted a nauseating stench, rendering him extremely uncomfortable.
• However, his entire body felt warmth and light, incredibly comfortable. It was a feeling he had never experienced before.
• Upon using inner vision on his own body, Francis promptly gasped in both surprise and delight.
• He discovered that his elixir field, which was as solid as iron and had not a speck of space, had surprisingly been opened up.
• Of course, that only applied to a tiny portion of roughly the size of a fist. At that moment, the bronze cauldron hung suspended within. The drop of mysterious dragon blood rotating in it, crystal clear to the naked eye.
• Suddenly, a strand as fine as one-thousandth of a hair split out from the drop of dragon blood. It left his elixir field and started journeying along his meridians. That mysterious strand of dragon blood held immense power and vast vital energy. The blockages in his meridians stood no chance before it. They were obliterated outright, disappearing like smoke in the wind.
• A wave of intense pain hit Francis once again, but this time, he pulled through it. He gritted his teeth and held his head high even as a voice in his heart roared, “If you can't endure this measly bit of pain, how will you ever reach the pinnacle?”
• He clenched his jaw tightly. Blood trickled out of his mouth, and his whole body trembled, but he still managed to hold out in the end.
• Wave after wave of intense pain washed over him. Half an hour later, he finally let out a long, labored breath.
• The mysterious dragon blood had coursed through his body at an incredible speed, and his once-clogged meridians were then astonishingly cleared completely.
• If his meridians were once likened to a clogged stream, they were completely unobstructed right then. Although they were still thin and narrow, they were unimpeded. Vital energy flowed vigorously within them. In fact, he could even hear the sound of rushing water.
• Francis was overwhelmed with excitement, his body brimming with immense vital energy at that moment.
• When he sensed the tidal pain receding rapidly, a smile graced his lips, and a surge of elation welled up within him.
• He threw his head back and cried out, “I can cultivate now! My meridians are clear, my elixir field opened! I'm no longer a good-for-nothing!”
• Tears cascaded down his face, for without having been in his shoes, no one could truly comprehend his pain.