After slaying the Old Flood Dragon, Jiang Yuechu did not linger there for long.
With a turn of her body, she transformed into a long rainbow.
She swiftly returned to the vicinity of Azure Luan Mountain.
Once a demon soul left its body, it could remain in this world only briefly. In the end, it was rootless duckweed, scattered by the first gust of wind.
For Jiang Yuechu, who had grown accustomed to hard days.
Even with several million years of Dao Cultivation tucked in her pocket now, she would never allow such a wasteful thing to happen.
Waste was shameful.
The void trembled.
Her black-clad figure became a streak of gold, tearing through the firmament as she retraced her path.
In no more than a moment.
Mountains and rivers came into view once again.
Jiang Yuechu did not stand on ceremony.
With a sweep of her sleeve.
Billowing black mist surged from her body, swallowing everything below.
Essence blood and lingering fragments of the Primordial Spirit.
All turned into the purest foundation, pouring ceaselessly into her body.
She had thought that, with the residual fortune of those two Great Demon Emperors, she could break through the barrier of the Ninth Layer of the Tower-Climbing Realm in one vigorous push and reach the so-called state of completion.
But in the next moment.
Jiang Yuechu halted, her brows knitting slightly.
The vast aura flooding into her body did not turn into bricks and stones for her cultivation as it had before.
Instead, it circled through her body once, then spilled from the acupoints all over her body, dispersing completely between heaven and earth.
Not even the slightest bit could be retained...
"What's going on?"
Jiang Yuechu lowered her head and looked at her palm.
The towering high-rise within her body was