"Heh heh, soaring straight into the heavens?"
The corners of Bai Yujun's mouth lifted in a perfunctory, faintly cold smile, its meaning hard to fathom. Whether humans, demons, ghosts, or monsters, countless cultivators schemed day and night in search of opportunities to defy heaven and change their fate. Who would not be tempted by such a good thing?
Super Divine Dragon Blood, an unparalleled supreme treasure since time immemorial.
Gods, devils, and demons alike would swarm toward it like ducks to feed, enough to plunge the Immortal Realm into slaughter until blood flowed and pestles floated, with countless powerful gods, devils, and demons falling.
Bai Yujun herself was greedy as well. She could not achieve purity of heart and freedom from desire.
During her many years in the Immortal Realm, she had heard far too many tales: someone favored by the Heavenly Dao found a pool of Divine Blood, endured the agony of their bones being soaked through, and with Great Perseverance persisted in absorbing the Divine Blood. After however many days, they finally fused it into their body, changed their bloodline, gained peerless talent, and rose to power with overwhelming might.
Of course, it was not limited to Divine Blood. Whether Demon Blood or Great Demon Blood, she would refuse neither.
Because one's own bloodline was too ordinary.
Replacing one's blood with higher-grade blood to alter one's aptitude, then rejoicing in all the changes to one's body—the benefits were obvious, and from then on fate would become a broad, smooth road.
But was it truly good?
The marrow, blood, and genes would all change.
Would one still be oneself thereafter?
Was it one's own transformation, or the rebirth of the master of the Divine Blood? No one knew...
She shook her head.
"Sigh, I've slackened in cultivation these past