Old Devil Wu could hardly be blamed for finding it unbelievable.
After receiving the Marquis of Xiping's orders,
the Core Formation Cultivators of the Four Demonic Sects had slaughtered mortals and cultivators throughout the Four Nations under their rule. In the Primordial Ruins they had discovered, they used a surviving altar to sacrifice the flesh and souls they had collected, successfully making contact with a mysterious region in another realm.
The blood spring that gushed from the altar possessed all manner of wondrous properties. Not only was it a sacred healing medicine capable of restoring flesh to bare bones, it could also increase cultivation and help Core Formation Cultivators break through.
Over the past few decades, many Core Formation Cultivators from the four sects had successfully advanced with the blood spring's aid.
Old Devil Wu was only at the core formation early stage. Moreover, he was a Demon Cultivator native to the Western Wasteland who had joined the Acacia Sect as a Guest Elder only after reaching core formation, so his standing in the sect was relatively low.
As a result, his share of the blood spring was small. Even after refining it, he would still need some time before advancing to the core formation middle stage.
Yet Li Ping had quietly reached the core formation middle stage before him. Could he also possess a sacred treasure like the blood spring?
Or had he stumbled upon some other extraordinary opportunity?
An ordinary Core Formation Middle Stage Cultivator could never have earned the title of the Western Wasteland's Foremost Cultivator.
At that thought, a flicker of ulterior intent stirred in Old Devil Wu's heart.
But it soon vanished like smoke in the wind. Even if Li Ping had truly obtained some extraordinary opportunity, his recognition as the Western Wasteland's Foremost Cultivator