The space was forcibly torn open by his Spiritual Power.
Inside appeared a scene, akin to the Early-stage Heaven and Earth Creation, devoid of anything extra, to the point of being empty, with only a cluster of Tribulation Fire burning amidst the heavens and earth.
Oh no.
To call it heaven and earth is somewhat of an overstatement.
Because the space here is merely around one acre; if not for the surrounding chaotic gray mist feigning vastness, even a Cultivator would feel slightly suffocated.
This place is where he nourishes his Golden Core, the Small Thousand World.
Everything here, including the composition of Spiritual Power, is in its most primitive and chaotic state, meaning that everything is in a form that can be freely smeared and painted.
Since he cannot analyze what the blood truly is.
Why not transform the blood into a Spirit Plant or Spirit Beast, allowing its spirituality to discern what it truly is.
"Come now."
"Let me see what you truly are."
