If their origins were similar, rashly refining essence blood might affect one's own bloodline.
But the Wind and Thunder Howler's origins were only comparable to those of a Great Wizard of the Wu Clan, vastly inferior to an Ancestor Wizard's.
Since they were at a disadvantage, seeking answers from a stronger being's essence blood usually brought more benefits than harm.
He could only attempt it after breaking through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. A Taiyi Golden Immortal was still far too weak and would be directly devoured by the backlash of the Ancestor Wizard Essence Blood.
On the way to Frost Chen Silver Lake, Lei Li wore a cold expression throughout, as though he had been born with an air that kept others at arm's length.
Since Bei Ming was accepting him as a disciple, he would naturally understand his temperament.
Resources in the Northwest were scarce, survival was difficult, and the circles of Rogue Cultivators were even more fraught with hidden killing intent.
Lei Li was an exotic beast nurtured by Heaven and Earth after the revival of the North.
Yet he had been born while the Wu Clan was expanding into the North, throwing the continent into turmoil.
To survive, he could only cloak himself in coldness.
If he wished to truly integrate into the Literary Sect, he would likely have to rely on long-term interaction and gradual adjustment with his fellow disciples.
Not long afterward, everyone arrived at the final stop of their preaching tour—Frost Chen Silver Lake.
Cold mist drifted, while silver light wove a curtain across the sky.
First the frost gathered into a mirror's brightness; Chen light faintly pierced the thin blue clouds.
Silver waves lay still like cold silk spread wide; icicles hung inverted like shattered jade blossoms.
Distant hills piled