The Cold Xian had lost another four Primordial Spirits. Rage and panic seethed in her heart, and she wished she could blast the entire Heaven Beyond Divine Mountain to pieces. She summoned the Daoists and spirit creatures she had brought back to couple with her in batches of nine. Once she had drained their primordial yang, she ate them, crunching their bones and sucking their blood. When she was full, she fell into a stupor; when she woke, she summoned another nine. So the cycle continued.
She had also grown afraid of that black Long and no longer dared provoke him lightly. Each day, she merely ate, drank, and indulged herself on her own little patch of land.
Things on Shi Feiyang's side became unusually quiet. Of the two great powers on Heaven Beyond Divine Mountain, Qian Kang, lord of Evernight City across the sea, had been as quiet as a chicken lately. The other was the Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Xian here in the Bright Realm. Besides those two, there were several nonhuman beings with thousands or tens of thousands of years of cultivation, as well as human cultivators who had fled here to escape calamity. Seeing even the Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Xian suffer such a crushing loss, none dared come tug at the dragon's whiskers.
Shi Feiyang led his disciples in intensive cultivation, chiefly refining Magic Treasures. His journey to the Central Land had yielded relatively few Magic Treasures, but every one was useful, and every one was difficult to refine.
Treasures such as Yu's Cauldron, the Dongling Zither, and the Nine Heavens Primordial Yang Ruler belonged to the Three Sovereigns' tradition, so he could readily find his way into their workings.
The four treasures obtained from the Lesser Purity Immortal Mansion belonged to the Three Pure Ones' tradition. Their methods