Blood essence was an exceedingly precious part of a cultivator's own body. It contained a cultivator's essence, energy, and spirit, and if any mighty expert obtained it, they might be able to cast strange arts on its owner.
When mighty experts fought, once their physical bodies shattered, they would generally burn the scattered flesh, turning it to ash amid the rampaging attack energy.
It was nearly impossible to obtain an opponent's flesh and blood essence during a battle.
That was why, when a cultivator's body was shattered in battle, a burst of blood light would appear. It was precisely the result of the shattered flesh and splattered blood essence burning on their own.
To obtain another person's blood essence during a battle, one had to employ the appropriate means. But when two evenly matched people fought, neither side had the spare power to accomplish such a thing with ease.
Seeing the old man before him raise the matter of blood essence without the slightest reservation, as though perfectly at ease, Qin Fengming was slightly startled.
Thinking back, when he had been in the Jialuo Ghost Domain, he had once asked the old man to calculate which direction would be suitable for him to impact the Mahayana bottleneck. Yet the old man had suffered a backlash, spraying blood from his mouth, and had been unable to calculate it.
Now that the old man had mentioned the backlash again, Qin Fengming could not help pondering rapidly.
To calculate nothing more than a direction could cause this supreme existence in the art of divination to suffer a backlash. Not only did Qin Fengming have no doubts about the old man's skill, he admired the old man's attainments in divination even more.
Where to undergo the tribulation and impact the Mahayana bottleneck was divination