At these words, Di Jiang nodded slightly.
Having led the Witch Clan for many years, he knew full well that its greatest weakness was the slow growth of its ordinary members.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were born powerful and had opportunities to keep breaking through; Great Witches such as Xing Tian, Hou Yi, and Kuafu each possessed their own talents, and their cultivation rose steadily.
But the vast numbers of ordinary witches, though born with bodies stronger than those of other races, could never increase their cultivation speed because they lacked Primordial Spirits.
They could only slowly temper their bodies with the baleful qi naturally seeping from the Blood Pool and Father God's aura within Pangu Hall, making limited progress.
If they could make use of the Turbid Fiend Qi in the Blood Sea, things would be very different.
But Pan Xuan shifted his tone, his expression growing somewhat solemn:
"However, the Turbid Fiend Qi in the Blood Sea cannot be absorbed directly.
"The Blood Sea was formed from a mixture of Father God's tainted blood and that of the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods. The baleful qi within it is extremely heterogeneous.
"There is resentment, death qi, demonic qi, and karmic force. All manner of filth intertwines to form an incomparably complex turbid baleful qi.
"If ordinary witches absorb it directly, at best their bodies will be corroded by the filth; at worst, their minds will be tainted by resentment, sending them into cultivation deviation.
"Therefore, we must first purify it with the Light of Chaos of the Twenty-Four-Grade Creation Green Lotus, stripping away its filthy impurities and leaving only the purest baleful qi. Only then can our clanspeople absorb it safely."
Understanding dawned on Zhu Rong. "So that's why! I knew the Blood Sea's baleful qi smelled wrong.