Sitting cross-legged, Liu Yu lightly tapped his knee with his fingers, repeatedly pondering the details of their passage through the Myriad Demon Grand Formation.
After all, the slightest oversight in the process would have doomed him beyond redemption, bringing his dream of immortality to an end.
Only after thinking it through again and again and confirming that he had missed nothing did he truly feel reassured.
For now, I should have a little peace.
With that thought, the tension in Liu Yu's heart eased, and he finally relaxed.
Shaking his head, he made the Storage Ring on his finger glow faintly. A blue Jade Box bearing a Spirit-Sealing Talisman appeared before him.
Then a ring of ancient design appeared before him as well.
They were the Demon Core taken from the Purple Poison Lizard and the Storage Ring taken from the Bitter-Hearted Old Monk.
What a pity. I was focused on killing the targets as quickly as possible, eager to shake off those demon cultivators.
Otherwise, I could have gained a few more demon cores.
Looking at the two objects hovering before him, Liu Yu shook his head slightly. Thinking of the demons whose bodies and souls had been utterly destroyed, he could not help feeling some regret.
But he had had no choice. Under those circumstances, he could not put himself in danger merely to strengthen the Azure Yang Demonic Flame and the Ten-Thousand Souls Banner.
Crack.
The regret passed in a flash. Clearing away his distracting thoughts, Liu Yu peeled off the Spirit-Sealing Talisman and opened the blue Jade Box, revealing a Demon Core as black as ink.
Wisps of purple-black demon power visibly wreathed its surface, extraordinarily pure and dense.
The moment it was exposed to the air, the Demon Core released poisonous fumes with a peculiar,