But after pondering for a long while, Wei Tu still put the drop of Devil Ancestor Sacred Blood into his storage pouch rather than refining it.
The gifts of fate often came with their price secretly marked.
The Golden Purple Destiny was the foundation upon which he had risen from the mortal world. He could not discard it, nor was he qualified to abandon it.
But this Devil Ancestor Sacred Blood was different.
For him, it was not the sole broad road leading to heaven.
After waiting in place for a while longer, Wei Tu finally set off, following their mutual perception to rendezvous with the scarred man and Ding Yuyan.
Naturally, there was an order to such a rendezvous.
A battle at the Void Refinement realm was not something his publicly displayed strength should involve itself in too early. Thus, the first person he sought out was Ding Yuyan, who was currently also at the Spirit Transformation realm.
Compared to him, Ding Yuyan, who had only just entered the fourth floor of the Shadow Crow Pagoda, was in a far more miserable state. Though these demonized beasts possessed no intelligence, they were not creatures ordinary cultivators could easily slay.
By the time Wei Tu found Ding Yuyan, an hour had already passed since her battle with the demonized beast.
Although the demonized beast fighting her was likewise badly weakened, with only half its life left, Ding Yuyan was drenched in fragrant sweat, blood staining the corner of her lips. She gulped down breaths in midair, looking as though her mana was nearly exhausted.
At this point, Wei Tu naturally would not stand by idly. He raised one hand, and a towering mountain steeped in sinister demonic qi swiftly flew from his sleeve, crushing toward the distant demonized beast with