The time needed to boil the demon clan's flesh and blood was much longer than it had been for the spiritual-root elixirs.
Especially when it came to the flesh and blood of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal.
A month later, the smallest cauldron of elixir was ready. As it was opened, surging blood energy shot up into the Nine Heavens, like a crimson mushroom cloud.
A witch priest used divine magic to press the surging blood energy back down, binding it inside the cauldron.
Beneath the boiling crimson radiance inside the cauldron, threads of gold swirled through the liquid elixir. It churned like molten rock.
At that moment, the Great Priest took out another jar of medicinal liquid. It was as black as ink and thick as paste.
The Great Priest scooped out a small bowlful and handed it to a Great Witch, who poured it into the cauldron.
At once, the roiling blood energy cooled. The temperature was still terrifying, but it was no longer unbearable.
"That's enough."
The Great Priest spoke, and Xing Tian immediately looked toward the cauldron.
"Quick!"
"Witches below the Golden Immortal realm, get in and temper your bodies! Absorb the medicinal energy with all your strength!"
"Awaken the power of your bloodline! This is a rare opportunity, one that comes along only once in ten thousand years!"
Xing Tian shouted excitedly. Normally, there was no need for him to call out; the area around the cauldron was already packed with witches.
They were all below the Golden Immortal realm. Most were children, and nearly all were pure-blooded witches.
But Xing Tian was still overwhelmed with excitement. That was the charisma he had as the clan leader: he regarded every witch as his own brother or sister.
"Ah!!!"
"Yikes!!"
One after another, the witches shrank