Divine Medicine

After this period of enlightenment ended, the Swallowing Heaven Devil Canopy calmed down and once again concealed its brilliance.

"Half a month had already passed."

Qin Sheng looked inward at his Wheel of Life, clearly aware of time's passage.

"Fellow Daoist, this trip was not in vain."

Qin Sheng was very satisfied with what he had gained this time. He had attained a transcendent, sacred improvement in fundamental wisdom.

This was not about how much his magical power had increased. It involved the Great Dao, comprehension, and the road ahead—it was a realization of the Dao.

After this experience, Qin Sheng could pat his chest and declare:

Everyone in this era who had cultivated the Heaven Devouring Demonic Art, stand up—except for the one in the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land, who could sit back down first.

Of everyone else still standing, not one of them could match his mastery of the demonic art even if they whipped ten horses of Dou Qi to chase after him.

"Alas."

Duan De shook his head and sighed. "This time, I made a wedding dress for you. I gained nothing at all. Qin Immortal, why don't you return my three bottles of Dragon Marrow and compensate me a little more?"

"I don't ask for much. Just give me some Mother Qi of All Things."

"I'll compensate you with an egg," Qin Sheng replied mercilessly.

With Duan De's peculiar nature, if he had truly gained nothing, Ye Fan would eat the Bronze Immortal Palace!

"An egg works too."

Qin Sheng smiled happily. "I'm not giving you an egg either."

"Forget it, forget it. Who told this Dao Master that his skills were inferior?" Duan De continued shaking his head.

"Insights into the Great Dao and the mysteries of the Emperor Scripture cannot be forced. Let's