The Black Chi disappeared completely without a trace.
Amidst the forest, the remains of its broken body were drained of all vitality. Dark red blood continued to flow out, filling the surrounding pits due to its sheer volume, forming a sticky and smooth surface.
With a slight lift of his hand, the corpse, seemingly from the myths, shattered into fragments, a gloomy blue rapidly spreading through each piece, transforming the body into dragon blood at a hundred times the efficiency of the dragon's tongue.
As the deluge entered his body, Pei Ye felt something terrifying - his realm was ascending at a terrifying speed. And yet, it couldn't be categorized by human standards of power.
Humans categorize their power by the quality and quantity they control, but for him, all the powers of the world were nothing more than food he could easily consume. All he needed was time to feast.