Yu Xian instinctively gulped. Can I drink it?

He decisively put the Heaven-Mourning Sword into his spatial ring. When the sword entered the ring, an overwhelming sense of weakness spread through him. However, he didn't notice it, focused entirely on the pool of blood on the ground.

Yu Xian crouched down and cupped the blood in his hands, as if he were holding gold. Ever since he had been transported to this world, his sense of smell had been unreliable, working only intermittently. However, when he picked up the blood, his nose sharpened once more. He detected a peculiar scent within it. Through that scent, he saw countless people kneeling before a giant serpent and worshiping it as a god.

This was the first time Yu Xian had encountered such extraordinary blood. It was likely the highest-grade blood he had acquired to date. "Should I drink it?"

Even the...