Zitong used the underworld blade to cut his palm, and the blood rushed down the wound. Then, it dripped onto the resurrecting pot and turned into a gorgeous blood-red flower.
"I, Zhong Zitong, swore my blood and voluntarily signed a contract with the Resurrection Cauldron to become Po Meng."
The fire that was about to go out just now ignited a raging fire again, and the resurrecting soup in the resurrecting pot gradually boiled. Zi Tong's green hair suddenly turned gray, and her originally delicate cheeks were also covered with wrinkles.
"Sister." When Zi Xin arrived, it was too late. Zi Tong had already completed the ceremony. There was no Zhong Zi Tong in the world, only Po Meng who had just taken office.