Yi Meng thanked the Patriarch and took her leave.
This time, the Patriarch had not bestowed many things upon her.
One was a weapon, a spirit treasure corresponding to an Origin Armament.
One was a pill containing numerous laws and an immense amount of life essence!
Whether used to heal wounds or for cultivation... it would be immensely useful.
Besides that, there was only the method for refining the Ten Thousand Souls Banner...
To someone of the Patriarch's realm, these things were no more than scraps casually scattered from his hand.
But what was truly precious was that the Patriarch had permitted her to establish the Demon Cult...
With the Patriarch personally speaking, the Demon Cult now had legitimacy among humanity!
To put it grandly, the future Demon Cult would essentially be no different from the Hall of Stars—only its scope of authority would differ...
Yi Meng hurriedly refined the spirit treasure, left the Original Star Region, and headed for the front line between humanity and the Star Spirit Race.
Due to their enormous bodies and abundant life essence, the Star Spirit Race had always been the favored targets of blood sacrifices for demonic cultivators!
The Demon Race stood alongside them in that regard.
But the battlefields between humanity and the Demon Race were filled with elites—proud, arrogant, and highly capable.
Following the principle of dealing with the easy before the difficult, Yi Meng decided to leave them for last...
Amid a starry sky choked with shattered meteorites, a massive Origin Realm Star Spirit Race member was bound by streaks of blood, unable to break free.
Panic filled her eyes, and she could only let out helpless, mournful cries.
Yet what answered her was a burst of vicious laughter.
"This fool still refuses to save us some effort, even