After Fang Yang successfully raised his physical body to the Quasi-Emperor Realm, he felt not only a thrill like ascending to immortality, but also a deeper hunger rising from his soul.
The Chiyou Divine Pill was forcibly drained of its blood-and-flesh essence by his Quasi-Emperor body. Unable to hold its substance together, it began shrinking at a visible rate.
But once that hunger eased, Fang Yang did not squeeze the Chiyou Divine Pill any further. Instead, he looked at the things the Heavenly Tribulation had manifested before him, his gaze turning predatory.
The Thunder Emperor Precious Technique contained a wondrous method of drawing down Heavenly Tribulation to temper the body and turning lightning into nourishment. A Thunder Spirit who cultivated it to its highest levels could treat lightning tribulations as nothing more than an ideal cultivation resource.
Fang Yang was not blessed with the natural gifts of a Thunder Spirit, but his formidable insight and talent had brought his mastery of the Thunder Emperor Precious Technique to a profound level. He could devour lightning essence to nourish his body.
And before him...
The Heavenly Tribulation manifested legendary divine beasts and weapons one after another: Teng Snake, Black Tortoise, Heavenly Peng, Immortal Bell, Desolate Tower, Bronze Hall—
These creations of the Heavenly Tribulation were not as easy to digest as the nine True Dragons just now, but together they held dozens of times more essence.
Fang Yang attacked without hesitation, charging into their midst. He pushed the Nine Secret: Bing and the Thunder Emperor Precious Technique to their limits, destroying and shattering the creations while turning them into food to swallow and satisfy his body's hunger.
It was far harder than slaughtering the True Dragons. Even his body, newly advanced to the Quasi-Emperor level, split open with many wounds.
Yet