Follow the path of Dao from infancy Chapter 1665 Chapter 421: Yellow Springs and Houtu, Primordial True Realm (Double Chapter)_6

"Then, let us join forces and casually dispatch the Ancient Demon."

Li Hao declared.

Shi Miao offered a nod, and a shared smile passed between them.

Any Ancient Demon who happened to overhear such a declaration might find their very soul seething with incandescent rage.

"And what of our plans afterward?"

Li Hao inquired, his gaze seeking direction. "Where shall we venture next?"

"My Primordial Spirit has yet to fully meld with this vessel, and I must utilize the Yellow Springs Power present here to solidify its bond."

Shi Miao explained, her tone measured. "This integration could transpire within a mere three to five years, or perhaps extend to seven to ten."

"I shall remain by your side."

Li Hao’s response was immediate and unwavering.

Shi Miao offered a gentle smile. "While this may impede your journey to the Primordial True Realm, this locale boasts Ancient Demon Blood Essence, which I believe will prove immensely advantageous for your own Cultivation."

Li Hao’s eyes immediately ignited with a fervent gleam. Ancient Demon Blood Essence? The prospect of simmering Blood Essence promised far superior results compared to merely cooking an entire Ancient Demon.

Without a word, Shi Miao took Li Hao’s hand, and they traversed the desolate expanse of the ancient battlefield. Their journey concluded at a specific point on the terrain, where, with a sweep of her hand, Shi Miao cleaved the earth open. Deep within, a mass of obsidian crystal was unearthed, radiating a potent sanguine aroma and the dark, oppressive aura of the Ancient Demon.

"This is the Ancient Demon Blood Essence. During the cataclysmic conflict, an immense torrent of blood seeped into the very ground. This location, serving as their sanctuary's maw, allowed the Yellow Springs Power to permeate and congeal with the spilled ichor, ultimately forming this Blood Essence."

Shi Miao then presented the dark, crystalline substance to Li Hao. "This material is remarkably nourishing for Ancient Demons themselves, aiding in the refinement of their power and bloodline."

Li Hao accepted the offering, his fingers tracing its surface. It felt exceptionally hard, akin to a precious gem. He mused that its preparation would undoubtedly demand considerable effort, and he harbored doubts about his ability to fully dissolve it.

Shi Miao, still holding Li Hao’s hand, guided him to discover three additional fragments of this potent essence.

Despite the immense passage of a hundred thousand years since the battle’s conclusion, this battlefield still thrummed with residual chaotic energies, fostering a peculiar, almost ordered disarray. So potent was this environment that even Li Hao’s Primordial Spirit found its probing capabilities significantly hampered, forcing him to rely entirely on Shi Miao’s guidance.

Shi Miao’s Primordial Spirit, bolstered by True God Blood, possessed a strength and refinement far exceeding Li Hao’s own.

"This is more than sufficient. Let us partake in sustenance before continuing our discourse."

Li Hao suggested.

Shi Miao readily agreed, and the pair retreated to the Yellow Spring Valley. There, they selected a modest hillock, upon which Li Hao invoked the power of the Earth Path origin to establish a rudimentary encampment. Eschewing grandiose edifices, he fashioned a simple, humble courtyard.

The convergence of Earth and Wood Origin facilitated swift construction.

Shi Miao expressed her delight with the modest dwelling, her hands meeting in applause. She then proceeded to adorn the space with charming embellishments. Before long, the courtyard buzzed with a cozy vibrancy, featuring a tea table, wooden chairs, and a swing chair suspended from a nearby tree.

In the distance, the perpetual twilight cast by the celestial bodies painted an unchanging sky, indifferent to the passage of day and night.

Amidst the desolation and remnants of this ancient battlefield, only this small courtyard emitted tendrils of cooking smoke, imbuing the scene with a palpable warmth.

Within the courtyard’s confines, Li Hao diligently researched methods for preparing the Ancient Demon Blood Essence, while Shi Miao reclined on the swing, her gaze softly fixed upon Li Hao’s diligent efforts under the fading light.

Li Hao toiled throughout the night, unable to devise a satisfactory method for dissolving the Ancient Demon Blood Essence. Consequently, he resorted to preparing Ancient Demon Flesh as a temporary measure to sustain himself and Shi Miao, an endeavor that also served to invigorate their Primordial Spirits.

Beyond her companionship in the courtyard, Shi Miao, through some unknown means, gathered an assortment of flora, from which she meticulously wove garlands to adorn their humble abode.

Furthermore, she would periodically vanish for several hours each day, venturing to a nearby cave entrance to absorb the potent Yellow Springs Power.

Time flowed onward, unhurried.

A fortnight later, Li Hao finally achieved a breakthrough, discovering the key to dissolving the Ancient Demon Blood Essence and crafting his inaugural Blood Essence dish.

However, the taste proved profoundly unsatisfactory, a complete culinary misstep in Li Hao’s estimation.

His resolve hardened, and he redoubled his efforts, relentlessly refining his technique. Alongside his time spent with Shi Miao, he dedicated himself to mastering the culinary arts of Blood Essence preparation.

After the passage of half a year, he finally succeeded in creating a Blood Essence dish that met his exacting standards.

His gastronomic prowess teetered on the brink of a significant breakthrough, occasionally manifesting as the capture of the Twelfth Realm’s Spirit Light.

Day after day, time continued its inexorable march.

Yet, upon this battlefield, the sunset remained an eternal constant, the scenery a tableau of unchanging beauty. Nevertheless, neither Li Hao nor Shi Miao experienced ennui or weariness within the confines of their courtyard.

A year into their stay, Li Hao’s efficiency in preparing Blood Essence escalated, allowing him to produce a dish every ten days.

The potency derived from the Ancient Demon Blood Essence demonstrably surpassed that of Ancient Demon Flesh. A single serving of Blood Essence alone sufficed to mend over a hundred of Li Hao’s prior burns and the scar-ridden Golden Bones of his Primordial Spirit!

Merely eleven portions of Blood Essence were ample to facilitate the complete restoration of Li Hao’s Primordial Spirit Golden Bone.

Subsequently, with continued consumption of Blood Essence, Li Hao perceived a nascent, refined Primordial Spirit Power beginning to coalesce within his Primordial Spirit Golden Bone.

This burgeoning power flowed through the Golden Bone akin to the circulation of Qi Force.

Upon ingesting ten units of Ancient Demon Blood Essence, this refined Primordial Spirit Power solidified, manifesting as a single drop of True God Blood!

This True God Blood pulsed with an extraordinary power, distinct yet possessing a far greater refinement than the energy emanating from the Primordial Spirit Golden Bone. If the power of the Primordial Spirit Golden Bone could be likened to a clenched fist, then the True God Blood was akin to a razor-sharp blade.

Though diminutive in size, the terrifying Control Force and Primordial Spirit Power it unleashed instantaneously far eclipsed the explosive capabilities of the Primordial Spirit Golden Bone by several magnitudes!

As his entire being became suffused with True God Blood, Li Hao harbored the profound conviction that its power might eclipse that derived from tens of thousands of Primordial Spirit Golden Bones, reaching an unfathomable zenith!

In tandem with his daily regimen of refining Yellow Springs Power, Shi Miao also actively assisted Li Hao in his quest for Ancient Demon Blood Essence. Upon their return to the courtyard, they would partake in meals, beverages, and restorative rest. When fatigue would set in, Li Hao would meticulously carve a guqin, its melodies serving to alleviate Shi Miao’s potential boredom.

His Sixth Rank of Music, previously unexplored and undeveloped, now served as a leisurely pursuit.