Jiang Yuechu gathered her thoughts.
The mysterious sensation gradually subsided.
Though the threshold to the Tower-Climbing Realm lay at her feet, she still needed the strength to push the door open.
The Dao Orthodoxy was the key.
And that strength...
Naturally, it came from an endless supply of demons.
"Tch."
The girl clicked her tongue softly, finding it something of a nuisance.
More killing, then.
She shook her head, her thoughts churning as she wrestled with her decision.
Drinking-Horse Reach or Spirit Mountain...
As she weighed her options, something beneath her feet suddenly caught the corner of her eye.
Though she had drawn the Dragon Pearl into her dantian, the pool brimming with dark-gold liquid had not dried up along with it.
"Leaving all this here... would be far too wasteful."
The True Dragon statue was gone anyway.
This Tower-Climbing Platform probably wouldn't function again.
She might as well take advantage of it herself.
Upholding the fine tradition of wasting nothing, she strode straight into the pool without the slightest hesitation.
Her foot came down.
Hiss-!!!
The instant her boot touched the liquid's surface.
The mirror-still dark-gold dragon blood boiled.
Jiang Yuechu lowered her gaze impassively and kept going.
Compared with the swelling agony of forcibly stuffing demon souls into her apertures, this slight burning sensation was no more than a warm bath.
"Devour."
As the word slipped between her lips.
Ten Thousand Demons Devour Heaven thundered into motion within her.
Surging vital essence poured from the dragon blood into the girl.
Its purity far surpassed that of any Lamp-Lighting Demon Sage she had previously devoured!
A brilliant gleam flashed in Jiang Yuechu's eyes.
This would work!
Why go to Drinking-Horse Reach? Why go to Spirit Mountain?
The Dao Orthodoxy guided the way, and this blood essence paved the bridge.