Meanwhile, outside the Azure Abyss Marquis's Manor, Xie Xuanwei stood blocking the entrance, demanding a fight. The cultivators of the Divine Capital lingered to watch, and wave after wave of snide remarks reached the depths of the underground chamber.
Qing Chen heard them perfectly clearly, but they could forget about disturbing his concentration.
He knew that the more things were like this, the less he could let outside voices lead him by the nose.
What truly decided life and death had never been a few sneers from worthless fools.
The Primordial Magnetism Cauldron still hovered three feet before him. He had refined all eighty talismans on its body into his sea of qi, but the final main rune remained hidden deep within the cauldron's shadow, like a star shrouded in mist;
however he pulled at it with his pseudo-domain, which centered on primordial magnetism, it barely responded.
Qing Chen did not force it again.
His earlier attempts had already proven that brute force would not work, nor would seizing it outright. With his current attainments in primordial magnetism, forcibly refining this rune into submission in a short time was simply impossible.
Since he could not forcibly subdue it, he could only take another path.
He calmly considered and visualized the many supreme Spirit Venerable-grade methods he had studied, then let the true essence within him sink little by little into the Four Brahma Apertures, naturally condensing into a dark, profound Brahma-Blood Demon Wheel.
As the demon wheel turned, the principles of the Brahma Five Hells Blood Scripture, which Qing Chen had studied deeply, surfaced in his mind.
If a blood cultivator knew only how to kill, refine blood, and seize others' vital essence, that was merely a lower-vehicle evil art. Only by using blood as a furnace to illuminate the