บท 1227: Waste

"The theories I used to build my cultivation path were all found through researching these beast tomes!"

Dyon became swept up in the Demon Sage's passion. It seemed that he wasn't the only charismatic one.

When Dyon's cultivation was sealed, in order to learn the techniques his master gave him, he was forced to use his blood to mimic the flow of energy. To his surprise, this had actually worked! But, he hadn't thought of extending this idea further… In fact, he had planned to ignore it entirely.

"So that's why mimicking energy flow with blood flow worked? To think I was about to ignore such a profound path…"

Hearing Dyon's words, the Demon Sage nearly coughed up blood. He had said it so nonchalantly, yet it was clear he didn't understand the ramifications of his words. What the hell did he mean "mimicking energy flow with blood flow", didn't he know that this supposedly simple concept to him was something the Demon Sage had labored over for centuries?!