Duanmu Ling'er stood beneath a tree not far away, staring at Ning Xiaochuan as he refined the blood qi. She could feel his cultivation steadily growing stronger, advancing at an astonishing pace.
Above Ning Xiaochuan's head floated an enormous divine stele, wrapped in iron chains and carved with mysterious, ancient writing. It carried the weathered flavor of ages past, like an inscription left behind from the primordial era.
After an unknown length of time, Ning Xiaochuan finally refined all the blood qi of the White Demon Spider. He withdrew the phantom image of the divine stele into his body, and streams of mystical qi flowed into his Martial Heart Palace.
"Your cultivation broke through again?" Duanmu Ling'er asked.
Ning Xiaochuan shook his head. "At my current realm, every single breakthrough is incomparably difficult. The resources it consumes are more than ten times those required by martial artists of the same realm. It is not as simple as you imagine."
"Word is spreading throughout the Martial Dao World that your Northern Darkness Divine Art is the number one divine art under heaven, already surpassing the Demon Sect's Blood Devouring Demon Art. Was that what you used just now?"
Ning Xiaochuan did not know how to explain it to her. "More or less!"
"Then shall we test whether the Northern Darkness Divine Art is stronger, or the Blood Devouring Demon Art is more formidable?" Duanmu Ling'er suddenly became extremely serious. Above her head, a scarlet Blood Devouring Demon Cloud condensed, bewitchingly brilliant.
Every inch of her skin turned exceptionally rosy, radiating demonic light, while blood threads flowed through every strand of her hair.
As the granddaughter of a Demon Emperor, it was not strange that she could cultivate the Blood Devouring Demon Art. Yet her current state was highly abnormal. Her eyes