As time passed, the blood mist became thicker and thicker, but it did not disperse, as though it had turned into blood clouds floating above Ling Taixu's head.

As the blood mist floated out, Ling Taixu's body, which was originally plump, gradually became shriveled.

In the end, it became a bag of bones, with only a layer of skin wrapping around the bone.

His eyes were sunken and his eyeballs had ruptured, as if they had been gouged out. One could only vaguely make out his original appearance from the contours of his head.

Ling Yun knew the consequences of doing this. This was truly erasing any trace of Ling Taixu himself from the world.

From then on, he would truly become a ghost. No, his soul would be destroyed like rootless water and he would never have the chance to reincarnate again.

"Phew!"

After Ling Taixu finished this, his illusory figure became even more transparent, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

Ling Taixu looked at the thick blood cloud floating above his head and felt the shocking blood aura. However, he shook his head in dissatisfaction, "After more than two hundred years, this bag still wasn't able to completely lock down the blood aura, and has scattered quite a bit."

Turning his head to look at Ling Yun, Ling Taixu smiled. "Child, this was originally left for the fated person who found us here. In other words, it should have been given to you.

After saying that, without waiting for Ling Yun's reply, the illusionary palm gently waved, and a small part of the thick blood cloud split apart, about one fifth of the way.

One fifty percent seemed to be very little, but this was the blood essence of a quasi-Saint. Even if it was only fifty percent, it still surpassed the blood qi of a Martial King.

"I can see that your body isn't weak, and your bloodline is sealed. You should be preparing for the path of Body Cultivation. Today, I will lay a solid foundation for you!"

I hope that one day, you will become a saint with your body and protect the Soaring Cloud Empire for thousands of years. " A kind smile appeared on Ling Taixu's face.

Pointing his finger at Ling Yun, the ball of blood energy flew towards Ling Yun, enveloping him, and slowly seeping into his body.

As the blood qi entered Ling Yun's body, he felt an intense pain. He could only bow towards Ling Taixu, and then sit down cross-legged, guiding the blood qi to temper his body and soul.

Seeing him cultivate cross-legged, Ling Taixu nodded his head in satisfaction. He turned his head to look at the clouds of blood Qi above him. When he opened his mouth, the blood Qi was like a river flowing into his mouth.

His illusionary body seemed to have received some great nourishment as it began to solidify at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. When the blood cloud was completely swallowed by him, his body looked no different from a normal person's, as if he had flesh and blood.

One could see tiny streams of blood Qi flowing out from within his body.

Ling Taixu obviously noticed this too, but he seemed to have expected this to happen. He did not seem surprised at all.

Ling Taixu lowered his head and looked at the crystal jade platform where he used to sit. Right now, there was only a skinny and shriveled body.

"You already had a spirit a few hundred years ago, and you've also been nurtured by my spirit energy, so your spirit isn't weak. But this Mysterious Crystal Jade has an urgent use. Are you willing to leave your body and become my weapon spirit?"

Ling Taixu's hand gently caressed the crystal jade platform, as if he was caressing his own child, as a dignified yet gentle voice that did not seem haughty slowly rang out.

It was actually about the Xuan Crystal Jade Platform.