After slaying the Old Flood Dragon, Jiang Yuechu did not linger there for long.
She turned, transforming into a streak of light.
She quickly returned to the area near Green Phoenix Mountain.
A demon soul could linger in this world for a short while after leaving its body, but in the end, it had no roots to cling to. One gust of wind, and it would scatter.
For Jiang Yuechu, who was accustomed to living through hard times,
even with several million years of Dao Cultivation in her pocket, she would never allow such a waste of precious resources.
Waste was shameful.
The void trembled.
The dark-robed figure became a golden streak, tearing through the sky and doubling back the way she had come.
In the blink of an eye,
the mountains and rivers appeared before her once more.
Jiang Yuechu did not hesitate.
She swept out her wide sleeves.
Roiling black mist surged from her body, blanketing everything below.
Blood essence and the remaining fragments of the Primordial Spirits
all became the purest foundation, pouring into her body in an endless stream.
She had thought that, with the remnants of fortune from those two Great Demon Emperors, she could ride the momentum and shatter the barrier to the ninth level of the Tower-Ascending Realm in one fell swoop, reaching that so-called state of perfection.
But the next moment,
Jiang Yuechu stopped, her brows drawing together slightly.
The immense flow of energy entering her body did not turn into building blocks for her cultivation as it usually did.
Instead, it merely circulated once through her body, then poured out through the acupoints all over her body, dissipating completely into the world.
She had not managed to retain even a trace of it...
"What's going on?"
Jiang Yuechu lowered her head