Her need for source stones was immense.
Without the divine power nurtured by the human body's inner grotto-heavens, tracing heaven and earth dao patterns already required vast amounts of source stone essence.
There was also her sealed-off bitter sea, which kept absorbing without returning a shred of divine power.
She also needed to convert true qi to protect herself, temper her will, and nourish her body and primordial spirit.
All of this required source stone essence.
In the age of declining dharma, heaven and earth essence was sparse. Her devouring method was better than nothing, but only just.
Moreover, condensing just two characters of Emperor Script had consumed a full hundred and fifty thousand jin of source stones.
That many source stones could have nurtured several Dao Palace Realm cultivators.
"Divine source!"
Li Qingyue swept her gaze over the Divine Mountain at the center. An enormous piece of divine source stood there, like a small mountain.
Its value was incalculable. The purity of its source essence rivaled tens of millions of jin of source stones.
It was where all the boundless fortune of Flying Immortal Ridge converged.
It had nurtured Immortal Radiance and was highly likely to transform into immortal source in the future.
It was also this small world's only source of life.
Yet the pitch-black lightning filling the sky and the arrangements spanning nearly a thousand li were all aimed at that central piece of divine source.
When her consciousness had merged with this world earlier, she had sensed it even more clearly.
She had no idea what material had been used to make the enormous black coffin atop the Divine Mountain.
It could devour the vitality and Immortal Radiance within the divine source, as well as the tribulations and death qi filling the sky.
It allowed vitality,