The steel fork tore through the air, sweeping toward him with tremendous force.
The White Demon Daoist raised a finger. A swarm of black demons swooped down and engulfed his foe.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
The sound of gnawing filled the air.
In mere moments, the blood-red monster had been devoured!
The demons carried back a thumb-sized crimson crystal and dropped it into the White Demon Daoist's hand.
A brilliant smile spread across the White Demon Daoist's face. "Thirty-eight!"
"To open the Blood-Qi Divine Treasury and cultivate it to perfection, I need at least one hundred and eight!"
"But I want more. This secret was hard enough to obtain. If I hadn't used a Logic Relic to force myself to remember it, I couldn't have retained such vital information."
"I don't know whether there are other divine treasuries, but I will cultivate this Blood-Qi Divine Treasury to its utmost limit!"
"Only then might I someday touch the threshold of immortality!"
"The immortals sealed away information about the Blood-Qi Divine Treasury. Most likely, they don't want anyone to know about it. They want to keep cultivators forever beneath the Immortal Realm!"
"I'd do the same in their place. But now that I know, I won't let this opportunity slip away."
As the White Demon Daoist pondered, he swept his gaze around and continued searching for prey.
Time passed quickly. Li Qing remained outside the cavern.
Each day, he used the Way of Changes three times to calculate how closely the mysterious Demonic Path immortal was watching the White Demon Daoist.
He devised different ways to obtain blood essence, each with its own reactions and outcomes.
Through repeated calculations, he uncovered several useful facts.
The mysterious Demonic Path immortal was not watching the White Demon Daoist every moment.
There was a clear interval: