Four or five days later, Black Emperor finally returned.
The moment the Old Dog came through the door, he gulped down an entire pot of Spirit Tea, then collapsed into a chair, limbs splayed in all directions, looking exactly like a wounded soldier who had just crawled off a battlefield. Jiang Ping'an did not hurry him. He simply refilled Nine Clouds's teacup and waited for Black Emperor to catch his breath.
"Lord Dog nearly ran his legs off this time." Black Emperor finally evened out his breathing and opened his mouth. "I've dug up most of the intelligence on Taiyuan Divine Palace."
Jiang Ping'an set down his teacup, his expression turning serious. "Speak."
Black Emperor put away his careless, sloppy manner and said gravely, "Taiyuan Divine Palace is extremely dangerous. Nine deaths and one life. Those four words aren't a figure of speech. They're real—at most, only ten percent of living beings can come out of Taiyuan Divine Palace alive."
Nine Clouds's brows furrowed slightly, but Jiang Ping'an's expression did not change. He motioned for Black Emperor to continue.
"The most valuable thing inside Taiyuan Divine Palace is Taiyuan Demon God Essence Blood." When Black Emperor said the words "Taiyuan Demon God Essence Blood," his voice unconsciously lowered a few degrees. "One drop of Taiyuan Demon God Essence Blood can let a living being shed its mortal body and exchange its bones. As long as they fuse with it, and as long as they don't fall prematurely, roughly two-thirds of living beings can become immortal."
When Jiang Ping'an heard this, he could not help but be moved.
Immortal—that was an existence beyond a Dao Ancestor, a supreme powerhouse who stood above the Great Dao. The human race had stood firm in the Primal Beginning Realm for countless tens of thousands