At the center of the cave abode, there was no spirit vein, but with vast quantities of Demon King flesh and blood serving as the main resource, only a thousand or so high-grade spirit stones had been burned, leaving four thousand.
Qing Chen casually took out another six thousand high-grade spirit stones, bringing the total to ten thousand.
The spirit stones were translucent as jade, piled layer upon layer into a small mountain.
Had a Nascent Soul True Lord seen this, even he would likely have turned green with envy. What cultivator could afford such extravagance, crushing over ten thousand high-grade spirit stones outright for cultivation, without using any qi from a spirit vein?
It was far too wasteful. They could have been exchanged for plenty of superior fourth-tier medicinal pills, then used alongside a spirit vein for cultivation. That was the proper path.
Yet Qing Chen did not spare them another glance. If the spirit stones were for his own use, any extravagance was worthwhile.
He swept his sleeve, and formation light lit up in all four corners of the stone chamber at once, beginning to refine the spirit stones and creating an extraordinarily dense environment of spiritual qi, like a rain or sea of spiritual energy.
The next moment, an ancient, abstruse set of cultivation verses slowly unfolded in his sea of consciousness.
The twelfth layer of the Brahma Demon-Refining Art.
Every word seemed cast in blood, every line carved with a blade.
"To refine demons is not to refine demons without, but to refine the desires, sufferings, terrors, greed, slaughter, love, and hatred within oneself..."
"Brahma is neither Buddha nor demon, neither life nor death. Take blood as the furnace, bones as the platform, the sea of qi as the fire, and the nine orifices as the