At the third quarter of the Yin hour on the seventh day, frost crept across the bronze sundial in the main hall of Xinghuo Palace. Jiang Feng gazed at the ice crystal epiphyllum in his palm—six of its nine ice petals had withered, and the last three were oozing pale golden blood.
"The time has come." Jiang Yunutian shattered the final shred of night outside the hall, the sound of astral core chains clinking faintly beneath his dark robes. He flicked a drop of his vital blood from his fingertips, transforming it into a blood-red star chart that enveloped the entire sacred city. "The Zhigui Alliance's seventy-two star skyships have already ascended. That's more than enough to give old man Dongmu a hard time."
Jiang Xiaolang dropped to one knee and took the jade bottle. The two drops of Ninth-Stage Battle Heavenly Wolf vital blood inside writhed like living creatures. The moment he tilted his head back and swallowed them, his spine popped with explosions like roasted beans, his silver-gray wolf fur faded to the color of dark iron, and star markings similar to the founding holy maiden's treasured sword emerged at the tips of his claws.
Chapter 733