The Nether Tree absorbed this energy, and it seed to emit a very small amount of Netherworld’s Qi.
Song Yan squinted for a mont and thought to himself: "If this thing really grows up, wouldn’t that be a problem?"
However, when he got the tree, he had already refined it at the first opportunity. Although the tree was evil, it was now bound to him.
"It’s just that this tree needs life energy, and I also need life energy."
Song Yan was a bit speechless, then imdiately grabbed a corpse of an Earth Beast and started skinning it on a nearby rock.
After the skin was removed, he threw the beast’s corpse into the sacrificial array and began making a shadow puppet.
However, after so operations, he unexpectedly found that the Celestial Calamity Beast seed extrely special; skin making couldn’t summon a soul. This was the first ti he failed to make a shadow puppet using beast skin.
Thus, he threw this half-finished shadow puppet and all the Earth Beasts’ corpses into the sacrificial array, piling it full over the entire array shield.
As ti passed...
Days later.
An entire boatload of Earth Beasts had been refined into life energy.
Song Yan allocated a bit to the Nether Tree, and devoured the rest himself.
The rich life energy entered his body, making him feel an indefinable transformation within.
He moved his palm, bringing out the "Free Celestial Demon Map" again, only to see that the eyes of the elegant, white-robed immortal on the map naturally gained one or two deeper lines. At the sa ti, he felt his eyes itching. He rubbed them instinctively, but the itch didn’t fade, as if it was rooted in his bone marrow or even his divine soul.
"Where exactly did this energy go?"
Song Yan clenched his fist, applied his technique, and found that neither his physique nor magic had strengthened.
Suddenly, the words of the Killing Demon Monk echoed in his mind.
"When I was in another Cultivation Realm, I was just a small evil thought. By chance, I grew to my current level and ca to this Cultivation Realm. This ti, I want to beco stronger, to be a higher-level celestial demon."
In an instant, he understood.
Devouring life energy can help one beco a higher-level celestial demon.
But this thod isn’t efficient.
Otherwise, an evil thought, wandering another Cultivation Realm until its destruction, would only grow into a Killing Demon Monk.
This showed how much energy is needed.
Monks have many precepts: against deceit, against killing, against theft, against lust...
There are monks who understand the true aning of deceit and the true aning of killing, and the Killing Demon Monk ntioned one who mastered the true aning of theft, suggesting there might be others.
When all true anings are gathered, the monk might beco a so-called "higher-level celestial demon," which likely lies beneath the Obsession Layer in the Sea of Suffering.
Compared to life energy, absorbing similar beings is more efficient.
But crossing different species shouldn’t work.
The Nine-Child Demon Mother couldn’t devour a demon monk, and vice versa.
But suddenly, Song Yan thought of the Changwang lting Furnace and couldn’t help but laugh "hehe."
He had intercepted the aura of one child of the Nine-Child Demon Mother with the Changwang lting Furnace, making it his own.
"In this way, the future is hopeful."
...
...
Song Yan walked out of the cave to a starry sky. He sat cross-legged, letting the bright moonlight shine on him. The snowy mountains reflected the light, montarily making his Profound Robe appear white, leaving one to wonder if he was black or white.
Whether genuine emotion, indulgence, saving people; or killing demons, slaughtering beasts; or rely sitting alone at this mont, all allowed him to feel different joys.
Buddha said that the realm is created by the mind, and Song Yan felt this also applied to demons.
Wanting freedom ans being free; if one has to do sothing to prove freedom, then it’s nonsense; if one has to define freedom with a na, that’s nonsense too; saying it is sothing ans missing the point, a truly free heart is the root. Freedom doesn’t need guard, for what is guarded is nonsense, not freedom.
"Hahaha!"
Song Yan gained insight and laughed, then with a thought, connected with Ningxin Old Ancestor using a pre-set thought, asking: "Old Ancestor, you’re very knowledgeable about herbalism, is there Demon Gathering Grass?"
After a while, Ningxin Old Ancestor responded in thought: "Different demon beasts are attracted by different things, which one do you need?"
Song Yan said: "I need... sothing that can attract the Celestial Calamity Earth Beast."
After a long silence, Ningxin Old Ancestor responded: "I’ll see what I can find."
Song Yan said: "I’ve always been lucky, sorry for the trouble, Old Ancestor."
After speaking, he closed his eyes to rest.
The starry sky shifted, dusk and dawn alternated...
A month later, the entire East Corner City was relocated.
Two months later, Song Yan could no longer perceive a single person with his divine sense.
Three months later, life was scarce in the entire area.
He sat like a lone island in a Celestial Calamity zone.
On this day, he heard the voice of Ningxin Old Ancestor in his mind.
"Celestial Calamity Beasts are extrely unique; there is no plant in this world that can attract them, the only ans..."
"Netherworld’s Qi."
Before Ningxin Old Ancestor could finish, Song Yan already spoke the answer himself, glancing towards the Yin Mansion Sacrificial Array, pondering slightly, then opened the array shield a little...
A wisp of Netherworld’s Qi imdiately spiraled upwards, reaching through the sky...
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