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This battle ended very quickly.
"Ah~"
"Old man refuses to accept this, Profound Sky Sect will never let you go!"
With Old Ghost Yin's shrill, resentful scream, everything gradually fell silent. The shattered void quickly began to restore itself. Within the raging aftermath of energy.
Ah Da carried Old Ghost Yin's corpse in one hand, while his other hand skillfully pressed against the corpse's forehead, instantly extracting a wisp of a phantom-like soul.
A Four-Star Dou Zun, had fallen just like that.
Swoosh!
Wei Yang darted up from below.
"Master!" Ah Da bowed slightly, handing over Old Ghost Yin's corpse and the soul that had fallen into slumber.
Wei Yang simply waved his hand, plucked a storage ring from the corpse's finger, and stored it away, then said, "Keep the corpse. It's useless for now, we'll decide later. As for the soul, just put it away for now too."
"Yes." Ah Da skillfully stuffed the soul into a jade bottle, sealing it.
As for the corpse, that was even easier. He simply waved his hand, freezing it in ice, then collected it. After all, it was still the corpse of a four-star Dou Zun. Who knew if it might come in handy one day.
Speaking of which, how many Dou Zun had already fallen to their hands?
Counting that Qi Zun Zhe at the very beginning, in the span of these two years, their hands had already taken the lives of five Dou Zun. These were Dou Zun!
Among them was Bing He, the master of a valley, and Old Ghost Yin, this long-standing four-star. Calling them a Dou Zun reaper wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Wei Yang's eyes swept across the gradually subsiding energy aftermath.
"Let's go, back first." Wei Yang instructed.
"Yes."
Immediately, Ah Da waved his hand, opening up a temporary spatial passage. The three figures stepped in and quickly vanished.
Inside a secret chamber.
The light was rather dim, only a few moonstones gave off a soft glow.
Wei Yang sat cross-legged upon a futon, with two items hovering in front of him—both dark gray, exuding an extremely cold aura. One was a mass of cold air, the other a flame.
"Rank 8 Cold Nether Qi, Rank 8 Cold Nether Flame!"
Wei Yang stared at the two, then let out a soft chuckle, producing two jade bottles, placing them inside, sealing them up, and storing them away.
The two most valuable things he had obtained from Old Ghost Yin, were precisely these. But for now, he wouldn't take them out. These were stolen goods. Best to wait until the heat passed. Old Ghost Yin's disappearance would definitely draw Profound Sky Sect's attention.
After all, he was a four-star Dou Zun. They might even investigate Wei Yang himself. But so what. He had already offended the Hall of Souls, what was Profound Sky Sect in comparison?
Besides, he wasn't planning to wander around outside during this period anyway. He intended to lay low in Holy Pill City for a while.
"My own strength… is still a little lacking." Wei Yang sighed softly.
He flipped his hand, taking out a jade bottle. Inside, was that drop of ancient blood essence.
Blood of thunder and fire!
Through the jade bottle, one could see that within, suspended, was a dark red liquid roughly the size of a pigeon egg.
A surging blood aura coiled around it. Amid that rolling blood aura, faint illusions could be seen—scenes of flame and thunder constantly shifting and evolving.
Looking closely, it seemed like a vision of world-ending destruction. Or like a world being annihilated, then reborn anew. Wei Yang's eyes narrowed, his heart stirred with unease.
"Death Life?" He flipped his other palm, summoning a black flame that leapt within his hand.
With a thought, he shifted the black flame into a green blaze, then brought the jade bottle closer, asking softly, "Death Life, are you interested in this drop of blood essence?"
Buzz buzz buzz~
The green blaze quivered slightly, left Wei Yang's palm, and floated around the jade bottle twice, hovering there as if carefully observing the blood essence within.
Seeing this, Wei Yang thought for a moment, then directly tossed the jade bottle into the green flame.
At once, his soul power surged forth, guiding the green flame to burn away the seals upon the jade bottle. Then, within the green flame, the jade bottle began to gradually melt, turning into vapor.
In the end, only a thumb-sized droplet of blood essence remained, floating in midair. The temperature of the green blaze lowered, then carefully wrapped around it.
Chi chi chi~
As it burned, an endless vitality poured into that drop of blood essence. And with that vitality infusing it, the blood essence's spirituality seemed to faintly strengthen.
"As expected, it works." Seeing this, a smile appeared at the corner of Wei Yang's mouth.
The reason he had taken this nearly wasted droplet of blood essence was because he had the Death Life Flame.
The green blaze's ability and traits were nearly identical to the Life Spirit Flame. Both represented the Law of Life, possessing boundless vitality. And this vitality was powerful enough to bring back the dead and regrow flesh upon bones.
By placing this nearly depleted blood essence within the green blaze, not only could its spirituality be preserved, it could also be slowly replenished with life force.
Crackle~
Green lightning crackled within the green blaze, striking against that drop of blood. It looked like it was lashing it, but in reality, it was injecting surging vitality. As time flowed by, after a long while—
Crack~
On the surface of that dark-red blood essence, faint, tiny arcs of blood-colored lightning appeared, flickering, as though happily welcoming the baptism of the green thunder.
At the same time, faint strands of blood-colored flames coiled out.
"Recovered a trace of vitality, huh?" Wei Yang's face revealed a smile.
This drop of blood essence, within the green blaze, gradually came back to life, and was recovering.
At once, Wei Yang split his focus. On one side, part of his mind commanded the green blaze to wrap the blood essence, continuously pouring vitality into it.
On the other, he closed his eyes, entering cultivation. This drop of blood essence had an extraordinary origin. But because too much time had passed, its spirituality had nearly been lost.
Restoring it to its peak state would not be something that could be done in a short period of time. It required patience and continuous effort.
Wei Yang was not anxious. After all, for this restoration, all he had to do was provide the energy. Everything else, he left to the Death Life Flame.
Time passed, day after day.
In the blink of an eye, a month had gone by.
Within the dim secret chamber, faint green flames flickered. Inside, a droplet of dark-red blood essence floated.
After a full month of continuous nurturing, endless vitality constantly being fed into it, traces of life force and spirituality now faintly pervaded the interior of this blood essence.
This thumb-sized drop of blood, compared to a month ago, looked to be in far better condition.
If before it had resembled a candle in the wind, about to go out at any moment, now it could be said to resemble a small torch burning brightly.
Crackle~
Blood-red arcs of lightning spread across its surface, flashing and dancing.
At the same time, faint strands of blood-colored flames coiled around it. It looked like a miniature blood sun, floating within the green blaze, carrying great presence.
Wei Yang slowly opened his eyes, exhaling a long breath, his gaze falling upon the green blaze.
Carefully sensing the energy contained within the blood essence, he secretly nodded, "Not bad. Judging by this, it has already roughly recovered to the Dou Wang level."
It wasn't that this thumb-sized drop of blood essence contained all the energy of a Dou Wang's body. Rather, the level of energy it contained, could now be compared to the Dou Wang stage.
"Tch, after paying this much, it's only recovered to Dou Wang." Wei Yang shook his head lightly and sighed, "In this month, the energy I've poured in is more than that of ten Dou Wang, easily."
If one only compared the energy spent versus the return, the loss was far more than ten to one, seemingly a great disadvantage. But one could not just look at the surface.
What he had successfully saved was a drop of ancient blood essence, whose true value far surpassed the combined worth of hundreds or even thousands of Dou Wang.
If he were to take this blood essence out to trade now, he could probably exchange it for a three-colored or even five-colored Tier 8 pill.
Because a drop of ancient blood essence imbued with vitality and spirituality—if taken out to trade—would attract the attention of many powerful figures.
Whereas the lives of hundreds or even thousands of Dou Wang would not be worth even a two-colored Tier 8 pill.
At least in the eyes of the great figures, the value of a Tier 8 pill was far greater than the combined worth of thousands of Dou Wang.
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