"As long as it can hold it. Now that it's stored, we should leave this place."
Hearing the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar's words, Ye Lin nodded and urged it on.
He still needed to hurry back into seclusion. His divine soul had already been tainted by the malevolent thoughts within that True Immortal corpse, and he needed to purge them immediately.
The Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art did not merely devour an opponent's blood essence and vital energy—it also absorbed their memories. During that process, certain malevolent thoughts and lingering obsessions would contaminate one's divine soul.
If they were not properly dealt with, trouble would arise in the future.
"Alright, but I can only store it for three hours. Three hours is the limit. Beyond that, even I won't be able to endure it."
The Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar spoke solemnly. If it had been at its peak, let alone the blood essence of a Golden Immortal, it could have devoured an actual Golden Immortal as well.
But not now. It was old.
The Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar instantly enlarged, its mouth turning directly into a circular black hole. From within came an incomparably terrifying suction force, and the Golden Immortal blood essence before it was drawn in by that dreadful pull and swallowed into the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar.
"Damn, this feels awful. I underestimated it."
The Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar spoke in pain. It had truly been careless. The Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar was its stomach, and now it felt as though a ball of fire were burning inside its belly.
It was unbearably uncomfortable.
It had still been a little too careless. Although there was nothing seriously wrong for now, that did not make it any less miserable.
"Hang in there for now. Once we're out, you'll be free."
Ye Lin comforted the Heaven-Devouring Demon