Chen Lin leaped into the deep pit and approached the demon beast's corpse, bracing himself against its lingering, oppressive aura.
He reached out and pressed his hand against its dark gold scales. They felt cold, and fine patterns of spiritual energy flowed across their surfaces. More importantly-
The corpse was fresh.
Its blood and vital energy had not fully dissipated, and its muscle fibers even retained some of their former vitality.
Chen Lin's heart skipped a beat.
On Blue Star, where spiritual energy had dried up, the flesh of a fifth-level demon beast was a peerless medicinal treasure comparable to a thousand-year-old Flesh Buddha.
Chen Lin flicked his wrist, and the Cloudborne Sword dropped into his palm.
Azure light flared.
He channeled his Foundation Establishment true essence, aimed at the softest spot on the beast's abdomen-its dantian-and drove his sword down!
"Screeech-"
A grating sound rang out. The Cloudborne Sword penetrated only half an inch.
Chen Lin silently marveled. Even dead, its physical defenses were absurd. If he encountered a living Core Formation demon beast in the real world, he would not even be able to break through its defenses.
He took a deep breath.
Activating the Taiyin Breathing Technique, Chen Lin combined ten thousand jin of strength with his Foundation Establishment true essence. Gripping the sword with both hands, he forced open a half-meter-long gash.
A thick stench of blood burst out, mixed with violent spiritual power.
Chen Lin reached into its abdomen.
After feeling around, he pulled out a fist-sized inner core, dark gold all over.
A demon core.
Natural dao patterns covered its surface, and what looked like liquid spiritual power surged wildly within.
Holding it felt like gripping a red-hot branding iron.
*Good stuff. Alchemy, formations, even a portable power bank for the Purple Firmament Divine