Ten Thousand Demons Devour Heaven

Inside the bedchamber, her breathing gradually steadied.

Jiang Yuechu did not hurry to rise.

Instead, she stilled her mind again and carefully sensed the changes within her body.

She checked, too, for any unexpected gains.

After a long while,

Jiang Yuechu opened her eyes, a trace of resignation flashing through them.

The two black dog Demons had provided enough surging vital essence to break through her bottleneck.

But beyond that, she had plundered no innate Divine Ability.

Neither the foul wind nor the rain of blood

had appeared on her panel.

"As expected..."

Jiang Yuechu shook her head, though she was not too disappointed.

The description of Ten Thousand Demons Devour Heaven had made it clear: the odds were extremely low.

Before crossing over, she had been spectacularly unlucky.

Why would changing eras make her luck any better?

What truly left Jiang Yuechu helpless, though, was the cost of her breakthrough.

From first entering the Ink-Point Realm to reaching Ink-Point Perfection now—

just how many Demons had she poured into that gap?

Before, devouring a single Demon of the same realm had sent her cultivation soaring.

But now...

"The farther I go, the harder this road gets..."

Jiang Yuechu sighed inwardly.

If she reached the Lotus-Seeding Realm, or even the Mountain-Viewing Realm...

the number of Demons she would need would likely be astronomical.

On second thought, that was only natural.

Even with her unfair advantage, she found it daunting.

For ordinary people, it would be harder still.

No wonder the world held countless martial artists, yet so few ever reached the summit.

Still...

Jiang Yuechu clenched her fist.

The cost was terrifying, but the improvement was real.

Ten-Pattern Perfection.

Jiang Yuechu narrowed her eyes as a thought surfaced unbidden.

If she fought herself from half an hour ago—

Jiang Yuechu