Wisps of cooking smoke rose from the small courtyard.
Inside the courtyard, Li Hao cooked Ancient Demon flesh and blood, savoring it together with Shi Miao.
"It smells so good."
Shi Miao wiped her mouth as she ate. She had long since abandoned any pretense of ladylike restraint and was feasting heartily, though her movements remained elegant and beautiful. Smiling, she said:
"Thanks to you, this reincarnated Primordial Spirit of mine has condensed quite a bit of True God Blood too. If I can live safely to the end of that stretch of time and merge with the True God of my true form, I wonder what heights I'll reach?"
Li Hao had already heard from Shi Miao that her true form had reached the Primal Spirit Final Realm. Once more than ten thousand drops of True God Blood had been condensed, one could reach perfection in the Terminal Realm, transforming the Primordial Spirit into a True God that transcended the flesh. The sun and moon could decay, yet the True God would not; the years could wither, yet the True God would endure!
"If this incarnation of yours reaches the Primal Spirit Final Realm, merging two Primordial Spirits at that level might let you reach some greater pinnacle."
Li Hao offered his guess.
Shi Miao nodded, a little anticipation stirring in her heart. No one could break beyond the Terminal Realm, not even an Immortal Emperor. The Immortal Emperors of old had tried countless methods without breaking through it, but whether anyone had tried merging True Gods remained unknown.
Though Shi Miao vaguely suspected that an Immortal Emperor had probably tried this method, she could not be certain, and could not help harboring a little hope.
The higher one climbed in cultivation, the fewer pleasures remained. With so many