From the seventh level to the eighth.
From the beginning of myth to the path of myth.
Accumulating was easy, but advancement was difficult.
Many seventh-level members of the Demon Race had long since accumulated enough qi and blood, yet remained trapped by this shackle. Those unable to break through for decades were everywhere.
Take the Right Stronghold, for example. Among its hundred-odd Advanced-Level Yao, ninth-level ones could be counted on one hand, eighth-level ones numbered only a few dozen, and all the rest were seventh-level.
That alone offered a glimpse of how formidable this shackle was.
What was the eighth level?
During Su Changsheng's conversations with Bai Cang, he had only heard him borrow a human saying to describe it vaguely: three flowers at the seventh level, Crowning the Summit at the eighth, Ninth-Level Return to Origin at the ninth.
Three flowers gather at the crown, five qi return to the origin!
There had been no more information beyond that.
Su Changsheng could not figure it out, so he simply stopped dwelling on it. Taking a few inferior pills, he headed toward the Yao Market.
Before long, he entered the Human Tomb again and arrived inside the Yao Market.
Compared with half a year ago, the Yao Market was much quieter. Few demons wandered the streets, and hardly any entered the various shops.
Only the Demoness Market remained bustling, with demons of every kind streaming in without end.
The flesh trade really was good business.
"Do you buy Three Pills?"
Su Changsheng stood inside the pill shop and asked.
"We certainly do."
"But I can't make the decision on buying pills."
"I'll call my older sister over for you."
The lesser yao working at the pill shop had changed who knew how many times. The one serving him today