Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 483

Several days later.

The decadent sounds from the Guanghan Palace gradually subsided, followed by two extremely powerful auras. Fairy Ice Soul’s injuries had fully healed, and she had even advanced to the ninth layer of Nascent Soul as a result.

The lingering essence and medicinal power Wang Yu left in her body would continue to take effect for some time, allowing her to make further progress!

She was not far from truly reaching great perfection.

As for Wang Yu’s gains, they were roughly in line with his own expectations. His Body Refinement realm had reached the eighth layer of Nascent Soul, and his demonic essence had surged by another ten thousand drops!

Reaching fifty-eight thousand three hundred drops.

The upper limit required for the sixth layer of Nascent Soul was ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine drops, which would push the Qi sea to its limit and force the demonic essence to further compress and condense into a solid state.

In less than twenty short years, Wang Yu’s cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds.

He had broken through two major realm bottlenecks in succession and was already looking toward late stage.

The effect of the Flood Dragon Luan Treasure Pill was truly remarkable. Moreover, since Fairy Ice Soul still possessed her primal virgin yin, the dual cultivation effect received an additional boost. Although the improvement gained from their union was quite good.

It was far from the true effect of a fifth-rank treasure pill.

For a period of time going forward, the feedback from her primal yin would continue to flow steadily, and the pill’s efficacy would keep manifesting.

This kind of enhancement was subtle, gradual, and came without side effects.

“A decent improvement.”

On the bed.

Fairy Ice Soul was wrapped in a thin sheet, a few strands of hair clinging to her temples, already damp with sweat.

After the icy mountain-like aura faded, she revealed more of a woman’s natural softness and charm. Her flushed, delicate face became even more captivating.

Yet her evaluation was merely “decent.”

Wang Yu raised an eyebrow.

“The pill’s effect will last quite a while longer. A few more sessions should bring even better results.”

“More?”

Fairy Ice Soul’s expression turned somewhat unnatural. She shifted uncomfortably, quickly regaining her cold demeanor. It was clear that Wang Yu’s skills were indeed impressive.

“This Fairy is tired. Daoist Wang, please leave now.”

“Tsk tsk, they say ruthlessness surpasses affection. Next time I’ll seek out the Fairy again for another deep exchange.”

Wang Yu tossed out a strange remark. Before she could lose her temper.

He swiftly escaped from the Guanghan Palace.

The main objectives of this trip to Kuangmei Mountain had basically all been achieved. Whether it was the Ice River Pass campaign or the petty scheming at the Northern Suppression Tower, none of it concerned him anymore.

He could return home and enter seclusion with peace of mind to digest the new batch of Blood Nascent Pills.

Thanks to the assistance of dual cultivation, the hidden dangers in his Qi sea had been completely resolved.

Once the pills were refined, he could directly consume one, saving quite a bit of time. If possible, Wang Yu actually wouldn’t mind frequently seeking out Fairy Ice Soul for dual cultivation.

He could use the lingering effects of the treasure pill to smooth out the turbulence in his Qi sea.

With the current speed of the Aurora Escape Technique, he could quickly travel back and forth between the two regions without affecting his alchemy cooperation with the demon race.

Wang Yu kept this little thought to himself. He could test the waters next time they met to see what her true intentions were. For a woman, the first time was always different.

Northern Land Demon Race.

Returning to the core palace complex, Wang Yu acted as if he had never left, continuing his grand cultivation endeavor. He refined pills when he needed to refine pills and studied Dao intent when he needed to study Dao intent.

Moreover, the Celestial Enlightenment Dao Platform still had quite a bit of remaining usage time.

He was determined to cultivate some real results.

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While Wang Yu was in seclusion.

A major event was simultaneously occurring in the Endless Ice Plains. The Ice Clan gatekeeper tribe at the Frost Demon Sealing Ground, led by a young mixed-blood ice tribe member with blue hair and ice-blue pupils, officially left their reclusive ice valley.

He was not very old—barely approaching a hundred years—but he had been different from birth. He was a perfectly harmonized mixed-blood being of human, demon, and ice tribe bloodlines.

Gathering the strengths of three races, he was extraordinary from the moment he was born.

He was none other than the so-called “Ice God’s Son.” Upon birth, he already possessed third-rank power. He was innately able to control frost and continuously absorb the frozen earth spiritual energy of the Endless Ice Plains to grow.

Moreover, by absorbing the overflowing power of the sealed Frost Demon in his tribal lands, he had condensed a Nascent Soul Frost. Before reaching a hundred years old, he had already become a fourth-rank powerhouse. Aside from lacking experience, his strength was already quite impressive.

Today was the key day when he would lead the ice tribe away from the old era and into the new.

Pure-blood ice tribe members below fourth rank had bodies composed purely of ice crystals and mostly took beast forms. But today, every ice tribe member who walked out of the gatekeeper tribe was mixed-blood.

All of them had skin as white as snow. The males were handsome; the females were beautiful.

Thousands followed the Ice God’s Son out of the tribe. After entering the Endless Ice Plains, they began searching everywhere for scattered wild ice clan tribes.

They either conquered or massacred them.

The demon race living on the ice plains were also treated as enemies. Either they were subdued and made into dogs, or entire clans were exterminated.

They displayed their brutal nature to the fullest.

Gatekeeper Tribe.

The aged Grand Priest stood atop the stone tower. Above his head, a suspended ice-crystal eye projected the actions of the Ice God Son from a first-person perspective.

After observing for several days and nights, the Grand Priest finally let out a helpless sigh.

“A perfectly harmonized being… it seems there is a problem. The perfection of his bloodline has made his personality too illusory. He is practically a born despicable swindler…”

Not far behind him, two Nascent Soul ice tribe members were standing by. Upon hearing this, one stepped forward and said,

“Grand Priest, should we consider reclaiming this first-generation Ice God Son?”

“No need. Let him make trouble.”

It was perfect for drawing the attention of those outsiders.

Such a thought flashed through his mind. The Grand Priest lost interest in watching the slaughter and simply returned to a disc-shaped ice sculpture building at the center of the tribe.

The moment he stepped inside.

Countless hollow ice pillars were filled with female bodies brimming with vitality. Most were human females, with a smaller number of female demon beasts.

All of them had been forcibly placed into deep slumber by ice clan secret arts. Even if their lives were threatened, they would not wake up. They were nothing more than living corpses.

To the Grand Priest, these were perfect breeding beds. Further inside, the number of hollow ice pillars decreased significantly—only ten remained.

Each corresponded to different age stages of “human” females, from oldest to youngest.

The first ice pillar was already empty. In the second pillar, a blue-haired young man stood naked. His vigorous vitality continued to grow stronger, gradually giving birth to a flicker of consciousness.

“—Awaken!”

The Grand Priest called out. The young man immediately fell from the ice pillar. The moment he hit the ground, a large area of frigid air erupted.

Second-generation Ice God Son.

“From today onward, you are the new Son of the Ice God… Ice Owl!”

Undoubtedly.

This Grand Priest of the gatekeeper tribe was a person of great ambition. The Ice God was a legendary creator deity of the Ice Clan, but had never truly existed.

Using mythology as a gimmick, he had crafted the Sons of the Ice God.

They should represent hope, not butchers who killed anyone who refused to submit. The first generation had clearly deviated from this ideal.

Outside the circular ice sculpture building.

The two Nascent Soul Ice Clan members exchanged glances. Their dark eye circles and sunken faces showed that their bodies had been subjected to some long-term effect, leaving them in very poor condition.

They stood at the entrance, not daring to go inside.

“The first generation was your seed. If he disappointed the Grand Priest, you have to take responsibility. This time the seeding is your duty.”

“What… what does this have to do with me?”

Before he could finish speaking, the two began arguing.