Wise King's Clumsy-Fire Meditation

Night closed in from all sides, stars hanging low over the wilderness.

A brilliant golden rainbow brutally bored through the night sky at a Gao altitude of ten thousand feet.

Jiang Yuechu's expression was calm, but her mind was far from idle.

The Red Flood Dragon's corpse within her belly was being frenziedly ground apart by Ten Thousand Demons Devour Heaven.

Surging essence poured into her sea of qi like rivers flowing backward.

The Red Flood Dragon had been a Great Demon of the Mountain-Viewing Realm. The essence contained in its flesh and blood was unimaginably vast.

The black mountain rose toward Gao, then toward Gao still.

Its contours grew ever more savage, killing intent nearly spilling from her dantian.

And yet.

Just as it was about to touch that invisible vault of heaven.

It stopped.

Like a climber only half a step from the summit, able to pluck the moon at the peak, yet exhausting all strength right there.

Jiang Yuechu's brows faintly furrowed.

She was short by a thread.

Just a single thread.

This had been an entire Demon Venerable of the Mountain-Viewing Realm, along with that earlier pile of Ink-Point and Lotus-Seeding small fry, plus one-third of Silverbone Demon Venerable's corpse...

And she still could not break through?

Jiang Yuechu slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

She was not upset.

What this world lacked least was demons and monsters.

As long as she killed enough.

A breakthrough was only a matter of time.

Besides.

Right before her eyes, four more awaited her meal in Luling.

At that thought, the last trace of gloom in her heart scattered with the wind.

Jiang Yuechu steadied her escape light, separating off a thread of consciousness and sinking it into her sea of consciousness.

[Dao Cultivation: 43,577 years]