Qin Fengming left the Silver Blood Demonic Bats' territory without any mishaps. Standing atop a mountain peak and watching the terrifying hurricane continuously sweep across the distance, with crack after crack drifting through the air, Qin Fengming was in extraordinarily high spirits.
Even a Silver Blood Demonic Bat Egg alone was enough to delight a Profound Spirit or even a Mahayana Existence.
As for a Silver Blood Demonic Bat Egg fused with the blood essence of the Peacock Great Ming King, its value was something even Qin Fengming did not dare put into words. Presumably, even an immortal would feel greed upon seeing it.
As for what Mo Yi had said—that it could not hatch without being nurtured by his blood essence—Qin Fengming was not overly worried. Although Mountain Demon had not clearly said what method could destroy that Demonic Bat Egg, Qin Fengming was certain that the Cultivation World was vast beyond measure. There might well be a way to succeed.
When Qin Fengming parted with Mo Yi, he did not treat him poorly. He gave Mo Yi a Five Elements Three Revolutions Divine Pill.
It was not that Qin Fengming had an abundance of divine pills and could hand them out casually. It was because Mo Yi was no ordinary existence.
Qin Fengming did not need to investigate how Mo Yi had merged with the Silver Blood Demonic Bat's body. Mo Yi himself was no ordinary existence. Even without the help of the other Silver Blood Demonic Bats, his own strength alone made him an extraordinarily troublesome opponent.
If he could cultivate three clones possessing the Peacock Great Ming King's blood essence, his strength would undoubtedly rise another step.
Regardless of Mo Yi's current cultivation stage, simply the experiences in his memories and his comprehension of the Heaven