92: Chapter 92 Morning Sun and Ice Dew, Rejuvenating Spirit Wine

Hahaha!

Hun Tiandi let out a wild, arrogant laugh. Even he hadn't expected to cultivate the Ten Thousand Sword Art to the realm of Body-Sword Qi Fusion so quickly.

The next step was to comprehend Sword Intent, but the difficulty was immense.

However, Hun Tiandi was not in a hurry to comprehend Sword Intent; Sword Intent was the essence of one's Sword Dao, and he was still young.

Hum!

With a wave of his hand, a dozen large gourds appeared. With a flick of his finger, streams of fierce beast essence blood flowed into jade bottles.

Hun Tiandi was collecting fierce beast essence blood to prepare for a major undertaking.

Once the materials were collected, he could begin preparations...

Half a month passed. Terrifying baleful qi surged into the firmament, boundless dark clouds rolled, and blood-colored mist obscured the sun and sky, only to return to silence once more.

Walking out of the Dark Blood Valley, Hun Tiandi's gaze was cold, his expression becoming increasingly indifferent.

Beside him, the ten thousand soul banner surged with baleful qi, as if it had experienced thousands of years of time. This terrifying demonic weapon had finally successfully transformed in his hands.

During this short period, with the Yuantu Sword in hand, Hun Tiandi frenziedly slaughtered fierce beasts. The ten thousand soul banner devoured beast souls, revealing heaven-shaking phenomena; the hundred-mile dark clouds seemed like an overturning sea.

Boundless baleful qi and violent qi surged into the sky.

In the valley, Hun Tiandi set up the Nether Ten Thousand Sword Formation, slaying who knows how many fierce beasts and magical beasts, one batch after another.

Even with his unyielding will and the Ten Thousand Sword Art cultivated to the realm of Sword Qi Rainbow, he could not avoid being tainted by the violent and baleful qi, becoming increasingly indifferent and ruthless. The valley itself had become a place of slaughter.

The creatures in the depths of the mountain range could all feel the heaven-shaking power of the demonic weapon within the valley.

Due to the day-after-day bloody slaughter of the killing sword formation, no living creature dared to enter.

The Ten Thousand Sword Art recorded the method of practicing the Ten Thousand Sword Formation. During this half month, Hun Tiandi fused the sword formation with the Blood Scripture to create the Nether Ten Thousand Sword Formation.

The Nether Ten Thousand Sword Formation used the abi sword and Yuantu Sword as the formation eyes, with the Ten Thousand Sword Formation as auxiliary, setting up a slaughter sword formation to massacre living beings.

However, the Nether Ten Thousand Sword Formation was incomplete, lacking the formation diagram.

Therefore, he could not bring the formation's power to its extreme; Hun Tiandi needed to pay attention to materials that could carry the formation diagram.

For a time, the valley was deathly silent, with only the thick stench of blood surging into the sky like mist.

The Yuantu Sword in his hand flowed with astonishing baleful qi and killing intent.

After putting away the sword formation, Hun Tiandi stepped out of the blood-colored valley and continued deeper. Holding the ten thousand soul banner, he walked along the way, and any creature that blocked his path, regardless of its race, origin, or cultivation level, was without exception suppressed and killed to refine this infamous demonic weapon.

Walking through blood, traversing this purgatory, the slaughter never ceased.

The baleful qi wailing from his body made one's heart tremble.

Wielding a peerless demonic weapon with a human body, one person, one sword, one banner, he delved deep into a dangerous land heavy with violent qi, never wasting words with any living creature.

Dark clouds congealed with blood, ghosts wept and gods howled. As he continued to slaughter his way deeper, the strength of the fierce beasts he encountered became increasingly powerful.

The Minghai Forbidden Land was boundless. At times, cold winds howled and fierce beasts roared. The thousand-mile firmament was covered in blood-congealed dark clouds, obscuring the sun and sky. The blood-baleful qi was so thick it was almost like a sea of blood.

The world was filled with a cold, solemn atmosphere. Above the Minghai, the cold wind was desolate. Hun Tiandi surveyed his surroundings with cold eyes, baleful qi condensing into a protective aura, standing with his hands behind his back.

Hum!

Suddenly, Hun Tiandi's body trembled violently. The Fighting Qi within his meridians flowed, and a look of surprise appeared on his indifferent little face.

With a flip of his hand, he took out five bottles of ten-thousand-year stone milk, crushed them, and a pure, vigorous energy, like a long dragon, drilled into his mouth.

Swallowing it, streams of heaven and earth energy flowed, merging into the roaring Fighting Qi.

An hour later, within Hun Tiandi's body, the Fighting Qi in his meridians poured into his vortex, surging out a stream of energy that dispersed into his limbs and bones, a fierce aura breaking through his body.

Hu!

Hun Tiandi opened his eyes, a flash of bright light darting across them, and he gently exhaled.

"Six-star Dou Master."

He murmured softly. During these half a month of bloody slaughter, Hun Tiandi's Fighting Qi had been constantly alternating between consumption and recovery.

This not only solidified his foundation but also caused him to advance to the level of a six-star Dou Master.

Hun Tiandi flipped his hand to take out the alchemy canon. Opening it, it recorded various pills and their refining methods...

This was a treasure of alchemy. If it were placed in the outside world, once news spread that he had the alchemy canon, he believed the Alchemists of the Central Plains would go crazy.

Even some old monsters who had been in seclusion for many years would emerge.

In the Fighting Qi Continent, Alchemist was an extremely rare and respected profession, melting medicinal materials together to refine various miraculous pills.

However, to become an Alchemist, one needed to possess two conditions.

First, a strong innate soul power; second, one's fire-attribute Fighting Qi must contain a trace of wood attribute. Both were hard requirements for becoming an Alchemist.

Currently, Hun Tiandi only possessed one: innate soul power perception.

Perhaps in the future, he could also become a noble Alchemist...

Hun Tiandi looked at the alchemy canon in his hand, pondered slightly, a flash of light darting across his eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Hehe, if I can't become an Alchemist for the time being, then if I convert the pill recipes into wine recipes and refine spirit wine with various effects, would it be popular..."

The more Hun Tiandi thought about it, the more excited he became. He had the alchemy canon in hand; as long as he collected various medicinal materials, he could brew them into spirit wine.

The energy contained in spirit wine was not at all inferior to pills, and it was easier to absorb and refine; the energy of spirit wine was even purer.

Spirit wine even had advantages over pills. Among pill grades, low-grade, mid-grade, and high-grade pills would all contain impurities to some extent. When consuming a large quantity of low-grade pills, pill toxins would form in the body.

Only perfect-quality pills did not contain any impurities.

However, on the Fighting Qi Continent, how many Alchemists could refine perfect-grade pills?

Pills were easy to understand; they were refined by Alchemists, who could use god-like techniques to turn ordinary medicinal materials into extraordinary, miraculous pills.

A high-grade Alchemist was definitely someone all forces would curry favor with, even sparing no cost to extend an olive branch.

And spirit wine, in Hun Tiandi's conception, possessed miraculous power not at all inferior to pills.

Like Alchemists, it also used various medicinal materials, and even various items in the world, such as spirit fruits, flowers, and plants.

Perfectly combining them to brew delicious spirit wine. Spirit wine could not only satisfy the palate but also possessed capabilities that could completely rival pills.

Hun Tiandi believed that the various spirit wines he brewed would surely take the Central Plains and the Fighting Qi Continent by storm.

Whether it was an Alchemist or a winemaker. Both items could enhance one's cultivation.

However, wine recipes for spirit wine were often very rare, as mysterious and precious as the pill recipes of Alchemists.

For example, a powerhouse would pick some cultivated medicinal materials and spirit fruits, undergo many experiments, and brew delicious spirit wine.

This was how spirit wine was formed, and this recipe was naturally the most precious; no one would bring out their hard work for no reason.

Therefore, the most important thing for Hun Tiandi next was to improve the wine recipes.

Eventually, he would brew delicious spirit wine, such as the 'Soul Returning Wine' that could bring the recently deceased back to life, the 'Love-Forgetting Wine' that made one forget a certain relationship, the 'huitian spirit wine' that restored Fighting Qi... all kinds of mysterious spirit wines.

Hun Tiandi returned to his senses, thoughtful. If he succeeded in improving the alchemy canon, this would be a great opportunity.

Mastering the method of brewing spirit wine would have countless benefits for creating power in the future.

However, for increasing cultivation speed, it was essential.

Putting away the alchemy canon, he stood atop the mountain peak.