Entering the Immortal Medicine Garden

Zhang Tie carefully reviewed Yang Lan's memory fragments, and a bitter chill gradually enveloped his heart.

The Blood Corpse Sect truly deserved to be destroyed. How had they dared to reveal such a powerful evil technique to the world?

Not to mention the other sects joining forces to wipe them out—even Zhang Tie himself, had he learned of such a treasure earlier, would have seized it without hesitation. After all, once anyone learned the true power of such a heaven-defying object, it was impossible not to be tempted.

The Sacrifice God-Demon Cauldron could actually use Blood Corpses as sacrifices to nourish its master in return. Its mysteries were truly chilling.

Not only was there no risk of backlash, but it could temporarily raise its master's cultivation at critical moments. Most terrifying of all, so long as one's physical body was strong enough, there was seemingly no upper limit to the increase in cultivation. Such a sinister path to advancement was simply the road to power that everyone dreamed of.

To put it even more plainly, if a Core Formation cultivator was willing to refine thousands of Core Formation stage Blood Corpse Puppets, then in a life-or-death crisis, sacrificing every Blood Corpse Puppet could even allow him to leap directly into the Nascent Soul realm, with no hidden dangers afterward.

The thought alone was exhilarating. If this secret art spread, everyone in the cultivation world would surely want to possess it.

It was even more horrifying than the Soul Devouring Immortal-Demonic Armor he had once possessed.

When Zhang Tie had seen Yang Lan store this cauldron in his sea of consciousness, he had known it was no ordinary object. Yet he had never expected it to be this terrifying. As he ran his hand over the winding patterns on the cauldron,