"I hope everything goes smoothly..."
The Demonic Avatar murmured.
This place was extremely far from Azure Billow Royal City—how could it be merely several hundred thousand li away?
Although the Emerald Feather Wind Owl was a wind-element Beast renowned for its speed, the journey would still take quite some time.
If it encountered some formidable Beast or some blind human cultivator along the way who killed the Emerald Feather Wind Owl, all his efforts would come to nothing.
But there was no helping it. For now, he could only do all that man could and leave the rest to fate.
If this attempt failed, then he would try again.
In any case, there was still plenty of Ten Thousand Poison Iceheart Grass in the Storage Ring. If he tried enough times, there was always a chance of success.
With a flash, the Demonic Avatar returned to the mist-shrouded formation.
His divine sense swept over the Ancient Hall where the Netherworld Old Devil was staying. Seeing that everything was as usual, he relaxed slightly.
He entered his own Ancient Hall, sat cross-legged on the stone bed, then took out the black Jade Slip. Extending his divine sense into it, he began to study it.
"The cultivation method of this True Ming Demon Art is quite interesting..."
As he delved deeper into the True Ming Demon Art, a faint curve lifted at the corner of the Demonic Avatar's mouth.
True Ming Sect's cultivation method used the poison of the Ten Thousand Poison Iceheart Grass to stimulate the fleshly body, causing it to evolve continuously until it came infinitely close to the realm of the True Ming Demon Body.
Yet he himself possessed a True Ming Demon Body. To him, these poisonous herbs were catalysts that accelerated cultivation—
There was no need to