It was simply too heaven-defying.
Forget that Wang Wu was now a fully-fledged Sixth Rank demon; even an ordinary layman who knew nothing of the trade could understand what this meant.
This was the essence cultivated over the thousand-year-old Snake Demon's lifetime. Its entire cultivation was condensed within it. If he harbored ill intent and swallowed it in one gulp, his cultivation would soar by eight hundred years on the spot.
So why bother? What was the point?
Wang Wu could only sigh.
Of course, he would not claim this Third Grade Tongming Demon Core for himself. He truly wanted to study it carefully, to learn from it and draw inspiration.
As a thousand-year Great Demon, Snake Nineteen surely had remarkable experience and insights.
What was a famous teacher? This was a famous teacher.
At that moment, Snake Nineteen's Third Grade Tongming Demon Core, no larger than a grape, slowly flew over.
"Why is it so small?"
Wang Wu asked the question almost involuntarily.
"The Tongming Demon Core takes its meaning from a clear Dao Heart. It is no longer bound by size. This is its original form. In truth, if it shrinks, it can be smaller than dust; if it expands, it can become a hundred-zhang boulder. With a full-force strike, it can topple mountains and overturn seas."
So that was it.
Wang Wu gathered his thoughts and opened his mouth, taking in the Third Grade Tongming Demon Core. He felt nothing much in that instant, only that it was quite springy. A bloody sweetness spread through his mouth before transforming into pure spiritual energy.
Well, damn. This Demon Core was damaged and had been constantly leaking spiritual energy. It could provide Wang Wu with more than 1,000 spiritual energy per second.
"My lord, remember: hold it for three,