Several hours later.
Xia Ping had already left the scene of the incident behind and arrived on a desolate planet far away, where he hid for the time being. He took out the Zhurong Grass from his person.
At once, this weed radiated dense fire-origin energy, as though it contained the energy of a supergiant star within it, releasing astonishing heat in every direction.
If he did not possess the Hell Golden Crow Body, anyone else would likely have long since been burned to ashes by the heat emitted from the Zhurong Grass.
It was like a mortal approaching the sun—nothing but courting death and being reduced to dust.
The energy contained within the Zhurong Grass was, in fact, no less than that of a true star.
"What a good thing."
Every Hell Golden Crow Cell in Xia Ping's body trembled. Vaguely, it seemed as though a divine bird was letting out a piercing cry.
With his formidable divine consciousness, he could naturally sense the rich fire-origin power contained within this Zhurong Grass. Even more, there were traces of divine law power within the sacred medicine itself, unfathomably profound.
If he consumed this Zhurong Grass, he might even seize the chance to comprehend a trace of divine power, greatly increasing his cultivation. No wonder even Ancient Saints had been tempted by it.
Devour!
Without another word, Xia Ping immediately swallowed the Zhurong Grass. He was not the sort of miser who hoarded treasures; when it came to a supreme treasure like this, if it could be eaten, then of course he would eat it first.
Moreover, such sacred medicine was truly one of a kind. Only the blood of Fire God Zhurong could cultivate it, so this kind of sacred medicine had actually vanished long ago.
Perhaps there was only