After refining it, Jiang Bei did not hesitate. With a thought, the Ten Thousand Qi Blessing talent roared to life.
The next moment, Jiang Bei visibly saw the surrounding air sweep toward him with a rushing sound, curling around his body.
Jiang Bei stretched out his palm. Air gathered in his hand, and with a casual toss, it transformed into a hurricane.
However, it did not cause any substantial damage.
"This Ten Thousand Qi Blessing talent is indeed useful, but its power is closely tied to the gas itself!"
Seeing this, Jiang Bei immediately understood.
Air was soft and weak by nature. Therefore, no matter how much air he could control, it could not inflict any real damage.
Thus, if he encountered an environment filled with exceptionally powerful gases in the future, the Ten Thousand Qi Blessing talent would still be terrifying!
Over the next two or three days, Jiang Bei remained within the Sacred Hall, gathering information about the Thousand Lives Returning Soul Grass.
In the end, he succeeded in finding some.
There was a place in the God Realm called Netherworld Blood Valley, where Thousand Lives Returning Soul Grass had once bloomed. However, it was said to bloom only once every thousand years or so.
Within Netherworld Blood Valley lurked a faction known as the Ancient Demon Sect. Every time the Thousand Lives Returning Soul Grass bloomed, it would be harvested by the Ancient Demon Sect, practically making it their monopoly.
Most importantly, they never sold the Thousand Lives Returning Soul Grass they harvested.
Trying to obtain a stalk of Thousand Lives Returning Soul Grass from their hands was no different from snatching food from a tiger's mouth.
Still, no matter what, this was good news for Jiang Bei. At least now he had hope and a goal.