"Hmm?"
Luo Chen frowned, a single drop of blood essence was not enough for the recognition process?
After some thought, he squeezed out another drop of blood essence.
Not enough!
Still not enough!
Luo Chen gritted his teeth. Even this initial step demanded so much; but since so much had been invested, how could he give up halfway?
Determined, Luo Chen dripped three more drops of blood essence onto it.
Only then did he start to feel a faint connection between himself and the Hidden Dust Sand.
The loss of five drops of blood essence was nothing short of adding frost to snow for Luo Chen, whose condition was already terrible to begin with.
Visibly, his breath grew even weaker.
What was initially feigned sallow skin now truly looked the part.
Luo Chen chuckled dryly, "This process of bonding with the Hidden Dust Sand reminds me of some North Sea Cultivators who pretend to have Golden Cores, using Third Order Demon Beasts' inner cores to cultivate like real ones."
