Flowerfoot Snake's Primordial Spirit had been drawn into the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp, where it was slowly being refined.
After all, it was a Primordial Spirit at the Yin Spirit level. Even Wishfire could not refine it so easily.
When Tang Changsheng had refined the Bear Demon's Primordial Spirit, it had taken him several days. His Dharma Power had also been too weak then to refine it fully, so more than half had gone to waste.
Now Tang Changsheng had plenty of time. He could refine Flowerfoot Snake's Primordial Spirit bit by bit.
The mighty Ancestral Spirit that had ruled the Flower-Foot Barbarians' village for hundreds of years was now like a fish on a chopping board. It had no strength left to struggle. All it could do was wait for Tang Changsheng to scrape off its scales, slit open its belly, cook it, and swallow it whole.
Though Flowerfoot Snake knew the miserable fate awaiting it, it could no longer struggle. It could only look at him with pleading eyes.
Wishfire would refine its Yin Spirit little by little, turning it into more Wishfire and refining it into Sky Silver. Its Hun would scatter, its Po dispersing, never to exist again.
Just then, Tang Changsheng stopped. He looked thoughtful for a long while before asking, "Tell me, where are your Spirit Realm Daoist Grounds?"
One thing had puzzled him: no matter how he searched, he could not find Flowerfoot Snake's Spirit Realm Daoist Grounds.
Fear entered Flowerfoot Snake's eyes. It flicked its tongue, and a faint thought reached him. "I don't have a Spirit Realm..."
Tang Changsheng flew into a rage. "You have a death wish..." He was about to refine it with Wishfire again.
"It's true!" Flowerfoot Snake cried in panic. "The Netherworld here fell into chaos. My