The embers in the hall had yet to die out.
Jiang Yuechu withdrew her gaze from where the old woman had vanished.
The two or three Demon Emperors lucky enough to survive had long since been scared out of their wits, collapsed into puddles of mud. There was none of their earlier defiance left.
Jiang Yuechu couldn't be bothered with them.
She turned her hand over and gripped the jade slip in her palm, then found a reasonably intact stone platform in a corner of the hall and sat down cross-legged.
There was no need to rush into anything else.
She summoned the panel.
Her gaze dropped to the Dao Cultivation column.
[Current Dao Cultivation: 24,116,210 years]
Even Jiang Yuechu, who was used to weathering great storms, couldn't help the corners of her mouth lifting slightly at that string of numbers.
A great slaughter had just taken place.
Of the fourteen Demon Emperors from Qingwu Mountain, eleven had died.
The two Flood-Sea-Overturning Jiao and Old Monkey of Mang Mountain all had nearly a million years of deep Dao Cultivation apiece. The remaining few were somewhat weaker, but even the smallest mosquito had meat on its bones. All told, they'd brought her another 7.8 million years.
Added to what she'd already had.
She'd shot straight up to twenty-four million.
[Heavenly Demon Martial Drill] was consuming her Dao Cultivation to derive the Chess-Condensing Method, while more kept pouring in from the other end... All things considered, she was earning as she spent.
Unfortunately, the rate of deduction was downright terrifying.
A million years consumed each day—no matter how deep her reserves were, they couldn't withstand that kind of extravagance.
She had to hurry.
With that thought.
Jiang Yuechu withdrew her mind and lowered her gaze to the jade slip in