At that moment, Liu Dongqing was beside himself with joy.
Not merely because these mineral refining materials had now proven themselves capable of providing resources to aid his cultivation.
But even more because of the crimson blood flame gathered before him.
Since Liu Dongqing began cultivating the Crimson Crow Spirit Incantation, he had never condensed such a refined blood flame before!
Its firelight was so dense and heavy that it was nearly no longer translucent.
Though it was plainly fire, staring at it gave Liu Dongqing the viscous sensation of blood plasma on the verge of coagulating.
None of these changes were illusions.
This was because Liu Dongqing had drawn an exceptionally rich cluster of Crimson Fire Divine Crow bloodline essence from those mineral refining materials.
If I had to do it myself, how many avian demon beasts would I need to kill to obtain a blood flame like this?
When it comes to piling up killing karma, the Patriarch Headmaster truly is ruthless.
The north of the Southern Border is a land of blood and tears for the Demon Race. Yet conversely, it is also a blessed ground for Liu's cultivation arts.
What others in the Holy Cult see as no more than a remote corner of a half-abandoned mine can grant me such unimaginable aid!
As these thoughts passed through his mind.
Liu Dongqing could no longer suppress the impulse arising from within the Primordial Candle Flame.
The hand seals shifted once more.
In an instant, that dense, viscous blood flame abruptly soared through the air before crashing straight into Liu Dongqing's brow.
Boom—
An unprecedentedly surging heat wave expanded through Liu Dongqing's physical shell as the blood flame circulated through the heavenly cycle.
The scorching heat even brought Liu Dongqing a faint ache.
In that lightning-fast instant,