The Holy Yuan in his body was truly gone without a single drop remaining. All the power he'd painstakingly accumulated over so many years had been consumed completely, which was inevitably disconcerting. But his foundation remained intact.
As long as his foundation was still there, restoring his strength was merely a matter of time. With pills and Holy Crystals to aid him, the process wouldn't take long—at most a few days. But if he wanted to once again possess the kind of inexhaustible power he'd had before, it would require years of re-accumulation.
His Divine Sense, however, hadn't diminished much. In fact, it had strengthened considerably.
His divine consciousness probed his body, and Yang Kai soon found himself caught between surprise and elation.
Inside him, the golden blood flowing through his veins seemed to have become purer, more refined.
And there were nearly a hundred drops—the most genuine Golden Blood of the Demon God. Each drop contained terrifying power. This was the real thing, blood on par with what flowed in the Great Demon God's own body. Compared to these hundred drops of golden blood, the blood that had previously coursed through him merely possessed powerful restorative capabilities.
But these hundred drops of golden blood contained Yang Kai's comprehension of the Heavenly Dao and Martial Dao, his understanding of various forces—it seemed their uses were truly boundless.
The dejection and faint unease in his heart were instantly replaced by wild joy.
He had no idea what exactly that Divine Body Tempering Pool was, but Yang Kai was certain that he must have triggered some kind of restriction on that altar, causing the entire pool to compress into a single blood-red crystal. While drifting through the starry sky, his blood had continued undergoing powerful tempering, producing this exhilarating current state.
The Holy Yuan couldn't have simply vanished on its own—it had most likely merged into his blood, nourishing the birth of these hundred drops of golden blood.
With his blood purified, Yang Kai believed that the power of blood and qi he could unleash in battle would be far more vigorous. The power of blood and qi was directly linked to recovery and vitality, which meant his regenerative ability and life force were now far more formidable than before.
To verify his theory, he gathered the small amount of power he'd just recovered and drew a long, deep gash across his palm—one that cut to the bone.
Golden light shimmered. Before the blood could even flow out, the horrific wound healed rapidly, vanishing completely in less than half a cup of tea's time. Not a single mark remained on his palm.
Yang Kai drew a deep breath, suppressing the excitement welling up inside him.
Before, such a wound—though not serious, merely a minor injury—would still have required at least an hour or two to heal completely. Now, half a cup of tea was enough.
His recovery was truly several times more powerful.
After inspecting his body and confirming that his current state was only a temporary issue, Yang Kai relaxed. He took out a Holy Crystal and held it in his palm, circulating his technique to absorb its power. He also stuffed handfuls of pills into his mouth, dissolving their medicinal effects and feeling his strength slowly accumulate and restore itself. Yang Kai was struck by the inexplicable sensation of having been given a second life.
The mark of the Heavenly Spirit Ghost Orchid on his chest had long since disappeared, from which he could deduce that he had been unconscious for a considerable period—though exactly how long, he had no way of determining.
That woman had said this place was near the Dark Star, several years' travel from Rainfall Star. In other words, he had likely been sealed for several years. During that time, the energy within the blood-red crystal, combined with his own Holy Yuan, had been continuously tempering his blood. Once the crystal's energy and Holy Yuan were both exhausted, the altar seemed to have vanished as well—after the crystal shattered, Yang Kai hadn't seen any trace of it.
The rare treasures that had been placed on the altar had probably also been converted into nourishment, seeping into his blood.
This expedition, though somewhat muddled, had ultimately yielded considerable benefits.
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Though at the Third Stage of the Entering Saint Realm, he could go without food indefinitely, everyone had their cravings. Moreover, some of what Yu Feng brought had restorative properties, making it quite beneficial to eat.
Over the course of an entire night, Yang Kai consumed three high-grade Holy Crystals. The Holy Yuan accumulating in his meridians had grown considerable, though it was still far from his peak.
The next day, footsteps sounded outside the door. The woman who had spoken with him before didn't bother waiting for a response—she pushed the door open and walked straight in. An eager fellow trailed behind her carrying a chair, and with an obsequious expression he set it down.
The warrior looked hesitant. "Miss, won't it be a problem if you're alone with him?"
"What problem?" Wu Yi shot him an annoyed glare. "Or are you suggesting you're stronger than me and could protect my safety?"
The warrior's face flushed with embarrassment. He hurriedly said he wouldn't dare and respectfully backed out, closing the door behind him.