Returning to One's Roots

"It wasn't bad at all. It was actually delicious—sweet, and it even increased Mental Power!"

Yang Ling's eyes lit up, and the movements of his hands grew faster and faster.

Piece after piece of blood clam sashimi was refined by him.

His Mental Power began rising without end.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the Ancient Demon Clam had been eaten.

It weighed at least two or three hundred jin.

An ordinary Martial Artist would not have had time to refine all that blood clam sashimi. It would have taken three to five days to finish the Ancient Demon Clam.

The Sacred Qilin Martial Dao Furnace within Yang Ling blazed fiercely.

With the three internal cultivation methods circulating together, the blood clam sashimi did not remain in his stomach for even a second.

Even the trace impurities it originally contained were completely refined, without wasting a bit of its effect.

The Ancient Demon Clam's vitality grew weaker and weaker.

At first, its mental attacks came wave after wave, with only around ten seconds between each wave. Now, the fluctuations of those attacks had become extremely faint, with two or three minutes between each one.

"Burp~"

Yang Ling could not help letting out a full burp.

Even though there was nothing left in his stomach.

The Ancient Demon Clam had been completely refined by him.

His Mental Power had risen from 2,780 to 3,080!

"This time, Strength increased by 600 points and Mental Power by 300 points—a full 900 attribute points!"

"There was no qualitative change after Mental Power broke through 3,000. It looks like the next transformation will most likely come at 4,000 points."

Yang Ling was extremely satisfied. He had not expected this trip to yield such enormous gains.

"However, after this, Blackfish Island has