Chu Zhiyuan opened his eyes and frowned.
The remains of this Supreme Heavenly Demon were indeed wondrous—imbued with spirituality and immensely powerful.
With this, it was equivalent to possessing a spiritual treasure.
Yet this spiritual treasure was not all that compatible with him. It suited Chu Liezhao best.
Chu Liezhao had already reached Eight Revolutions and possessed the Dragon Subduing Sect's inheritance. With this as well, he would be like a tiger with wings; even at Eight Revolutions, he could rival Ninth Turn Venerables.
Ninth Turn Venerables could roam unchallenged beneath heaven and earth.
On his side, he could borrow Chu Liezhao's power at any time, as well as borrow the spiritual treasure.
Besides, even without the golden dragon refined from these remains, the power of his palms was already formidable enough.
The palm force condensed within the Spirit Abyss and stored in the Laogong Acupoint could erupt in an instant like floodwaters bursting through a dam. Its power naturally far surpassed ordinary palm techniques.
But this was not the Human Yuan Art's greatest strength.
The Human Yuan Art's greatest strength lay in devouring and absorbing all power, refining every kind of power for one's own use.
He took a step and appeared halfway up the mountain peak from before.
A round pit three meters wide and ten meters deep had abruptly appeared on the mountainside.
It had been caused by the golden dragon earlier.
With a beckoning gesture, the soil on both sides of the pit, along with fallen leaves and broken branches, flew toward his palm and vanished.
They had already appeared within the Azure Sea and Blue Sky.
Yet rather than being swept away by the waves as he had imagined, they floated in midair.
At a thought from him, the surrounding soil rose one after another,