Capítulo 1361: Chapter 773: Change Surprisingly, the blood in the Blood Pool did not give off any evil or chaotic feeling. Read complete versıon only at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽 It was not the horror and filth as described in the legends, but rather like a sacred and pure blood-colored jade. Under the reflection of faint light, the blood shimmered with a soft luster, resembling a massive Red Jade, exuding an enticing fragrance. This fragrance was not sweet like that of flowers, but carried a mysterious strength, making one irresistibly drawn to it. At this moment, a mysterious girl with white hair and black eyes slowly approached. Her steps were light and graceful, each one seeming to tread on clouds. The girl slowly walked into the Blood Pool, her expression calm. As her feet touched the blood, the Blood Pool seemed to awaken, starting to surge and ripple. The previously calm blood, now like turbulent tides, quickly enveloped the girl’s body, gradually forming a slowly pulsating Blood Cocoon. The surface of the Blood Cocoon shimmered with strange light, as if reciting some ancient Spell. It slowly absorbed the power of the surrounding blood, that Strength like a trickling stream, continuously gathering into the Blood Cocoon. As time passed, the glow of the Blood Cocoon grew more intense, enveloping the entire Space in its light. Within the Blood Cocoon, the girl seemed to enter a mysterious dream, her body undergoing wonderful changes. The surrounding elements also calmed down, as if witnessing the birth of a great Legend. In a certain mysterious place, there stood a black Altar exuding an eerie aura. This Altar seemed to have risen from the Hell Abyss, constructed from massive and irregular dark stones. Each stone exuded a penetrating chill, its surface covered with bizarre and twisted patterns, like some ancient and evil Spell. Atop the Altar, in the center, lay the corpse of a legendary Red Dragon. The Red Dragon in its life must have been majestic and intimidating, its massive body even in death still emanating a terrifying aura. Its once fierce and glaring eyes now dull and hollow. Yet upon closer inspection, they were full of Fear, as if encountering something extremely terrifying before death. Its once steel-hard scales now lost their luster, becoming dull, each one seemingly narrating its once glorious and now desolate state. Its massive wings hung weakly on either side, the Dragon Scales upon them in disarray, some even fallen off, revealing the bloody wounds beneath. Before this terrifying Altar, a shadowy figure slowly knelt. Clad in a black robe, the robe swayed in the darkness, rustling like a call from the Abyss. His head bowed deeply, hands clasped, he began to slowly pray. His voice was deep and hoarse, echoing in the silent darkness, seemingly carrying some mysterious power. As his prayer continued to sound, a terrifying ominous aura began to spread from the Altar. This aura, almost tangible, carried a pungent stench of decay and a nausea-inducing smell of blood, swiftly spreading around. The surrounding air seemed frozen by this aura, becoming cold and heavy. Under the engulfing of this terrifying aura, the corpse of the Red Dragon began to undergo bizarre changes. Its once solid body continued to collapse, the flesh and blood seemingly extracted by an invisible force, quickly disappearing. First, its limbs became shriveled, then its body, and finally, even its head turned to ash. The pile of ashes in the darkness flickered with a strange red light, seemingly retaining the Red Dragon’s anger and resentment from life. At the same time, a terrifying force descended upon the praying figure’s body. This force engulfed him like a surging tide in an instant. His body began to uncontrollably expand and contract, like an inflated balloon, one moment swelling like a Giant, the next shrinking like a child. His skin cracked with numerous fissures, blood seeping from them, staining his black robe red. He emitted painful gasps, the sound like a wail from the depths of Hell. Not knowing how much time had passed, the shadowy figure finally regained calm. He slowly stood up; though his body still swayed, his eyes were full of ferocity. Those eyes burned with two flames, revealing endless madness and vengeance. He raised his head, looking into the distance, as if plotting something.