In the distant Demon Vine Minor World, amid the ruins of Demon Leaf King's lineage, a blood-robed Daoist sat cross-legged. Beside him lay a blood cocoon as tall as a person.
For thousands of miles around him, there was not a living thing—not an insect, earthworm, or bird. All was quiet except for the whistle of spiritual energy rushing in from heaven and earth, pouring into his body to be refined by his meridians.
Decades had passed since the last war ended.
Jiang Ding had gone nowhere in that time. He had wiped out the Demon Leaf Family once more, then remained on this fifth-tier spiritual vein to cultivate, using the many heavenly treasures and the blood essence of kings he had seized to repair his foundation.
He had also cultivated the Daoheart Demon-Seeding Slave Scripture, seeking a glimpse of the Emperor realm.
Now, at last, his efforts were beginning to bear fruit.
Crack~
Crack...
As a faint sound like petals opening echoed within his soul, the blood-robed Daoist's aura abruptly rose a level. It gradually steadied, sharp and profound.
Had a knowledgeable expert of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan been there, he would have been horrified. At that moment, this slave king's aura had come astonishingly close to that of a king-tier Imperial Heir!
Even a king-tier Imperial Heir might not be able to defeat him.
"The slave seed... has reached completion."
"I've cultivated the Daoheart Demon-Seeding Slave Scripture to its limit. I can attempt to break through to the Emperor realm now. If the slave seed's master permits it, my chance of success... is five percent."
Jiang Ding slowly opened his eyes.
A five-percent chance.
That was already astonishing.
After all, Blood River King had no Emperor-tier auxiliary pills or magic treasures, nor would he ever have them.