In the distant Magic Vine Minor Realm, within the already-destroyed Magic Leaf King's lineage, a Blood Robe Daoist sat cross-legged. Beside him lay a blood cocoon as tall as a man.
Within several thousand miles around him, there was not a single living creature—not even insects, earthworms, birds, or any other life. Everything was deathly still, save for the howling Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth rushing in, entering his body and being refined by his meridians.
Several decades had passed since the end of the last war.
During that time, Jiang Ding had gone nowhere. He had wiped out the Magic Leaf Family once more and cultivated continuously atop this Fifth-grade Spirit Vein, using the many Natural Treasures and King's Essence Blood he had seized to replenish his foundation.
And he cultivated the Dao Heart Sowing Demon Slave Scripture, peering toward the Great Emperor Realm.
Today, at last, there was a result.
Crack~
Crack...
Accompanied by the faint sound of petals blooming within his divine soul, the Blood Robe Daoist's aura abruptly rose by an entire level before gradually stabilizing, sharp and profound.
If any knowledgeable Horned Demon Tribe expert had arrived here, he would surely have been horrified beyond measure. At this very moment, this Slave King's aura had already drawn incomparably close to that of a King Stage Imperial Son!
Even a King Stage Imperial Son might not necessarily be able to defeat him.
"The Slave Seed... has reached major completion."
"The Dao Heart Sowing Demon Slave Scripture has been cultivated to its peak. I can already attempt to break through into the Emperor Realm. If I can obtain the permission of the Slave Seed's master, the chance of success... is five percent."
Jiang Ding slowly opened his eyes.
A five percent chance.
This was already an