His vitality and blood power would indeed keep increasing.
But after hearing Guidao's words, he suddenly came to a realization.
His cultivation and vitality and blood power were indeed constantly increasing, yet the levels of Lightning Thousand Flash were also constantly increasing.
And that was without counting the other martial skills he had obtained during cultivation.
The vitality and blood power gained from his cultivation would likely still be unable to keep up with his expenditure.
That was even with his vitality and blood power being ten times that of ordinary people.
Think about ordinary people in battle: the vitality and blood power they absorbed and converted from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth due to their cultivation was generally enough to sustain them.
Yet every battle he fought required him to rely on pills.
How was that to be explained?
A full-power move consumed less than ten percent.
Just thinking about it now, he felt an urgent longing in his heart.
If he could truly achieve that, then perhaps he would no longer be so desperately dependent on pills?
"Please, Master, guide me."
Qin Shaofeng's heart stirred, and he hurriedly bowed to seek instruction.
"If this old man still had a few years left, I could teach you. But now, I cannot." Guidao sighed.
He seemed to lapse into a daze for a long while.
Only then did he continue, "When you go to find Xuansong, tell him that you are this old man's final inheritor. Mention this matter to him. I believe he will find a path for you."
"Go..."
Guidao's voice was no longer merely illusory; it was on the verge of dispersing.
As his words fell, faint, lightless specks began to flicker across the altar.
Before Qin Shaofeng could even speak his farewell, he felt