The radiant Primordial Spirit imprint shattered and reformed, as though it truly could neither die nor perish. Lin Xian burned it with Quasi-Immortal Emperor flames, extracting its essence to light a bright lamp that illuminated his road to kingship.
Of course, an Immortal King's imperishability was only relative. Even Immortal Emperors could fall into eternal silence, and those on the sacrificial path could perish, let alone a giant. It could never truly be an inexhaustible supply.
"Demon! You torture and slaughter kings! Your crimes are heinous! I curse you to face an unimaginable calamity when you undergo your tribulation-"
"The day I fall, all the kings of the Foreign Realm will know."
Alongside his fury, Demon King Pu felt a trace of chilling fear. Each time he reconstituted himself, the process grew slower. If this continued, sooner or later his Primordial Spirit would shatter and never reform. That would be true death.
When that happened, even if another drop of his essence blood revived in the Foreign Realm and the demon king returned, he would no longer possess his Immortal King origin. At most, a similar flower would bloom.
"You're right. I need to leave the roots intact. I can't use everything up at once."
Lin Xian nodded approvingly, then suppressed Demon King Pu with a turn of his hand, leaving him time to grow and recover for repeated harvests, making it easier to refine Nine-Colored Immortal Pills in the future.
A Red Dust Immortal's foundations were immense. Refining a single incomplete giant was far from enough. Right now, his priority was to expand his sources and conserve his supplies.
"Plant one grain in spring, harvest ten thousand in autumn."
Lin Xian smiled faintly, radiant as the sun and full of light. "I've harvested about all I can from this