He gently stroked the ghastly ghost-face pattern on the banner's surface.
If this Blood Banner were to be nurtured with the Blood Sacrifice Technique, it would surely become one of the Demon Dao's ultimate treasures in time. It might even be possible for it to ascend to the rank of a Spiritual Treasure.
'Still,' he mused, 'as powerful as this banner is, it's ultimately an evil object. Using it is like drinking poison to quench a thirst.'
Once the banner was refined, it would need to be constantly fed with Blood Evil Qi. To advance it further would require the slaughter of entire cities and nations.
At that point, not only would the Primordial Demon Sect covet it, but the Wansheng Sword Sect and Puchen Pure Land—Sects that fancied themselves protectors of the Righteous Dao—would surely use every means at their disposal to hunt him down.
'But if I were to take a different path...'
A sharp glint flashed in Xu Yunfan's eyes.
