While Qing Chen pondered, several Crystal Mo Giant Pythons were thrashing wildly amid the blood-red waves thousands of miles away.
The beasts were over a hundred zhang long, their bodies covered in dark red crystalline armor, a single horn growing from each of their heads.
"What remarkable talent." Golden Toad Granny, who was fighting most of the giant pythons, sighed in admiration.
Wei Yixiao's figure shifted as his hands formed seals, his left forming the Wisdom King Seal and his right the Heavenly Demon Seal. In his hands, two utterly different methods worked together as seamlessly as a heavenly robe, melding into a single whole.
A mass of gray mist hovered above his head, churning ceaselessly, the roars of dragons and tigers faintly audible within.
Several blood-red threads as fine as hair hung down from the mist, drawn from the corpses of Yinshi Marquis, the Crimson-Chain Serpent Demon, and White Snake True Lord.
Watching this, Golden Toad Granny nodded inwardly.
When ordinary cultivators refined corpses, which of them did not first have to find somewhere safe, set up a formation, and cultivate arduously in seclusion for anywhere from several months to several years before slowly making all that essence their own?
Yet Wei Yixiao refined as he fought, growing stronger and more vigorous with every exchange.
He divided his attention among several tasks with effortless ease.
As Wei Yixiao's aura grew ever stronger, his heart suddenly jolted. He sensed that someone had touched the Divine Sense mark he had left in the Blood Sea.
His expression did not shift in the slightest. He had long expected this moment; that Divine Sense mark had been left for Qing Chen.
Inside this Rebirth Furnace, the only person who could recognize the cultivation technique's aura was that junior brother of his.
*Junior