The Immortal Sect was going to have a Void Refining cultivator!
Deep in an unknown region of the Demonstone Minor World, a flash of unmistakable emotion stirred in Jiang Ding's true body.
"Those mighty backers of mine just got even stronger!"
"Now I can go back to living an ordinary, carefree life of blissful idleness."
"From now on, if there's anything I don't know, I'll just ask my elders."
"And if there's anything I don't have, I'll just ask them for it."
"Good times... today's a good day... good times..."
Jiang Ding's true body hummed a tune and sank back into slumber, continuing the highest-level concealment plan.
In the vast, lifeless starry sky.
The Blood River King spent more than ten years comprehending the complete Daoheart Demon-Seeding Slave Scripture. He gained much from it: his magic power grew considerably more refined, and some of the flaws in his foundation were repaired.
The Blood River Sword's aura strengthened dramatically as well. Its toughness, sharpness, and affinity with magic power all rose to a new level.
The cost was that the blood dragons formed from the essence, vitality, and spirit of the Demon Leaf King, King Sand Overflow, and the other kings were completely consumed. Not a trace remained.
When he cultivated, he no longer heard those countless venomous, clamorous roars. They had all been reduced to ash and oblivion.
That was the terror of the blood path.
It used living beings as fuel. The more one killed, the stronger one became. So long as one could withstand the assault of inner demons, there seemed to be no end to the growth of one's strength.
"Everything I could use is gone."
Jiang Ding glanced at his storage bag and the pallid rib bone.
The storage horns seized from the Demon Leaf