C63 Nourishing Pernicious Qi

It was night. The moonlight was gentle, and the stars shone brightly.

A gentle breeze blew, causing ripples of starlight to appear in the air.

Zhang Yang sat cross-legged on the roof. Both of his hands constantly formed seals in the air, drawing a series of obscure marks. A deep star diagram slowly circulated above his head.

Swoosh!

A Blood Light suddenly rushed out from the star diagram