Beyond their blood essence, bones, and flesh, powerful immortals were like mighty demonic beasts: to this world and its living beings, every part of them was a treasure.
Unfortunately, refining an immortal's power required an exceptionally strong cultivation base. Generally speaking, one had to be at least in the Loose Immortal Realm. Jian Shang could refine blood essence only through the Ancestral Human Bloodline, the Eastern Sovereign Bell, and the world will. Even one tiny step further would exceed what heaven and earth permitted-unless he refined the immortal's magical power. After all, Jian Shang's own magical power was only at the level of a Fifth-grade Loose Immortal!
But after countless ages, the immortal's magical power had long since dissipated completely, returning to heaven and earth!
Crack, crack, crack...
Although he had not seen it for himself, the faint sounds of battle had reached him for days. Jian Shang delayed no longer. Amid the cracking of his bones, he slowly ended his practice and stood.
After days of regulating his breathing, Jian Shang had gained preliminary control over his strength. This time, the void showed no signs of shattering as he rose. Yet every movement possessed a mysterious harmony with the workings of heaven and earth. Even standing motionless, he seemed at one with the world. His aura was unfathomable; unless someone saw him with their own eyes, they could not sense his existence at all.
Meanwhile, the thunderclouds that had hovered over the main island of the Marshall Islands for days finally began to disperse, until they vanished like smoke.
"Have you finished adjusting your power, Your Majesty?" Overjoyed, Yu Ji stood after him. When Jian Shang smiled and nodded, she continued worriedly:
"There have been hurried footsteps outside these past few days. I'm afraid the war isn't going well!"