Ji An put away the urn and saw Wuyue Sanren and the others staring at him eagerly. He asked, "What is wrong with you? I told you to monitor the situation outside the array, not focus your attention on me."
Wuyue Sanren scratched his head. "My Lord, the thing that was burning just now had a special fragrance. My instincts told me that swallowing some of it might help purify one's bloodline."
Reason told him never to touch anything belonging to demonic cultivators. No one knew what hidden tricks might be lurking within, but the temptation was undeniably real.
Yue Ling'er subconsciously brushed the hair before her forehead aside. "That fragrance really does have a peculiar attraction."
Big Yellow swallowed, then wiped the corner of his mouth. The scent was not strong, but it could stir the desires buried deep in his heart.
Ji An nodded lightly and explained, "From my understanding of cultivation, so-called demonic cultivation and Buddhist cultivation are also forms of the Dao. Their final destinations may differ slightly, but in essence, different paths lead to the same destination.
"No matter which path one walks, the purer one's cultivation, the better. The blood souls that were incinerated just now are the same.
"However, the presence of a fragrance proves that impurities remain in the blood essence. Consuming it would inevitably carry risks."
In his understanding, blood souls should have been an application of the path of blood and vital energy. Once a blood soul became pure, all its energy would withdraw inward; even after being burned, it would not leak out.
If any living being consumed the blood soul residue in his hand, they would most likely lose consciousness and become a walking corpse driven by instinct.
Wuyue Sanren scratched his head. "So that is how it