To refine the God-Communion Pill, the Grand Luo Cloud Essence Fruit was the primary ingredient, the Divine Dwelling Grass was the most important supplementary material, and Jiang Chen had long since gathered all the other supplementary ingredients.
Fortunately, Jiang Chen had now broken through to the fifth level of the Divine Dao. His cultivation, while not exactly heaven-defying, was more than sufficient to live comfortably in the Greater Worlds of his previous life.
If Jiang Chen were to return to his previous life with so many fortune-bestowing treasures, he would absolutely be able to dominate the Greater Worlds. There would be a few who could suppress him, but certainly not many.
As for refining the God-Communion Pill, if one's cultivation had not reached the mid-stage of the Divine Dao, the difficulty would still be immense.
But with Jiang Chen's fifth-level Divine Dao cultivation, that threshold no longer existed.
The details of refining the God-Communion Pill had cycled through Jiang Chen's mind countless times. He had decided to begin.
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On Wintercliff Island, at least a hundred thousand human cultivators had gathered at this point, and every one of them was among the elite of the human race. The Divine Dao cultivators alone numbered over twenty.
Such a lineup was naturally astonishing, and it gave the human race a great deal of confidence. With so many Divine Dao cultivators holding this position and the aid of Wintercliff Island's powerful formation arrays, there was at least a possibility of standing against the demon race.
After all, the true foundation of Wintercliff Island's formations had been laid by the supreme independent cultivator of the ancient era, Senior Pei Xing. In his time, Pei Xing had possessed the standing to hold his own against the Danxiao Ancient Sect and the Dizang Gate as one of three great powers — all as a mere independent cultivator. The depth of his mastery over formation arrays could well be imagined.
Wintercliff Island was the culmination of his life's work, and the reserves of its formations were truly profound. Back when it had been in the hands of the Spring Restoration Island Domain, under that Chief Steward Ding, less than twenty percent of its true power had been brought to bear.
But now, in Jiang Chen's hands, every ounce of its potential had been excavated. It had become an extraordinarily fortified bastion.
It was precisely because Jiang Chen kept unearthing the hidden depths of Wintercliff Island's formations that his admiration for Pei Xing only grew. He suspected that Pei Xing might have deliberately chosen Wintercliff Island in the first place — because this island possessed a transmission array, making it a critical nexus linking the Myriad Abyss Island and the human territories. Thus, Pei Xing's decision to establish his formations here carried profound intent.
Perhaps Senior Pei Xing had foreseen long ago that Wintercliff Island would one day become a critical stronghold for the human race.
Regardless of how Pei Xing had reasoned at the time, Wintercliff Island had indeed become a fortress for the human race — a truly impregnable one.
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Over in the Blue Smoke Island Domain, the Third Celestial Demon Ancestor and Ancestor Golden Howl had been waiting outside its perimeter for a full half-month. Even their patience had been ground nearly to dust, and still Jiang Chen had failed to appear.
Ancestor Golden Howl's patience had been completely exhausted, and he began to grumble: "Third Ancestor, it seems your judgment was mistaken."
The Third Celestial Demon Ancestor's expression was somewhat grim. He felt no particular regret over a miscalculation — mistakes in judgment were inevitable, no matter who you were.
What worried him most was not the error itself, but the possibility that Jiang Chen had indeed chosen the Blue Smoke Island Domain, only to see through the demon race's trap long before arriving. Rather than charging in, he had simply detoured around it.
If that were the case, this young man was far too formidable.
At the thought, the Third Celestial Demon Ancestor's mood turned exceedingly foul.
Seeing the Third Celestial Demon Ancestor remain silent, Ancestor Golden Howl assumed he was feeling guilty and declared: "I say we should storm the Eternal Sacred Land and raze it to the ground — wipe out their lineage and destroy their legacy for good!"
Ancestor Golden Howl's heart was seething with hatred, consumed entirely by thoughts of vengeance. As for the grand cause of the demon race — that had precious little to do with him anymore.