204: Tools from the Savage Age! Evil Skills - Blood Refining Evil Canon!

If he truly succeeded, how much of a Breakthrough would his strength achieve?

One must know, this was one of the Primordial Ten Fierce, a terrifying existence capable of wrestling with Great Emperors, a monstrous being that once dominated an entire era!

Moreover, this Kunpeng was the creator of this Ancient Dojo beneath their feet, a truly pure-blooded Primordial Ten Fierce.

It was incomparable to those outside with mixed Bloodline who claimed to be pure-blooded Primordial descendants.

If he could ‘invite’ it into his Divine Palace, Qin Han might gain endless benefits, and even comprehend the true Dao meaning of the Kunpeng’s entire life.

With this thought, Qin Han was eager to Breakthrough.

"Time waits for no one. The Divine Spirit for the first Divine Palace has already been found," Qin Han licked his lips.

Looking back, Wu De and the God-Slaying Stone had already finished their Cultivation, and both had greatly improved their strength thanks to Zhe Xizuo’s rich collection.

Wu De had already touched the Divine Palace Realm’s bottleneck, and could Breakthrough at any time.

As for the God-Slaying Stone, its stone skin was radiating crystalline mystic light, appearing to be on the verge of its fourth shedding.

The precious stone skin shed during its previous molting was given to Qin Han, who intended to use it to repair the pixiu treasure mirror.

However, he had yet to find a suitable forging Heaven Master, so the plan was temporarily put on hold.

The God-Slaying Stone race was quite peculiar; each shedding was more difficult than the last, but the shed skin became increasingly valuable.

If it could achieve the Perfection of nine shedings, the God-Slaying Stone could truly take human form, and the shed skin could even be used to forge Extreme Dao Emperor Weapons!

It was precisely because of this that the God-Slaying Stone race appeared exceptionally precious.

In ancient times, there were Archaic forces that specialized in raising the God-Slaying Stone race, feeding them countless Heaven And Earth Treasure, and selling the harvested God-Slaying Stone skin to earn enormous wealth.

"You’re awake?" Wu De saw Qin Han awaken and excitedly pulled out the bronze tablet he had been studying for a long time.

"How long has it been?" Qin Han asked.

"Two months."

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"It's not that we didn't call you. Last month, we found this bronze tablet in Zhe Xizuo's Storage Ring. The Stone wanted to wake you, but you were surrounded by a primal force, making it impossible to get close," Wu De explained.

The God-Slaying Stone said aggrievedly, "This stone was bounced back dozens of times, almost cracking."

Qin Han smiled and stroked the God-Slaying Stone, "Thank you for protecting my Dao."

"Why be polite? What's our relationship? Come, look at this bronze tablet," Wu De hurriedly handed it over.

Qin Han took it, and it felt no different from an ordinary bronze object.

"Is there a treasure inside?" Qin Han weighed it, finding its weight also quite ordinary.

When he exerted a little force, he found that he couldn't even make a dent.

"This bronze tablet should be a treasure that kid Zhe Xizuo obtained in the Ancient Dojo, but he hadn't had time to study it before you killed him," Wu De chuckled.

"Treasure?" Qin Han flipped it up and down, discovering tiny patterns flowing on it. If he didn't look closely, he would really think it was an ordinary bronze tablet.

"To be precise, it records a Demonic Technique," Wu De said.

"There are thousands of Cultivation Technique in the world, why call it a Demonic Technique?" Qin Han said indifferently.

"This is no ordinary Cultivation Technique. From the patterns, it was created in an extremely ancient era, perhaps even the barbaric era when humans first touched the Dao," Wu De explained.

"So?" Qin Han raised an eyebrow.

"Humans in that era were in the exploratory stage, with all sorts of bizarre Cultivation Technique and Martial Skill. There was no concept of orthodoxy, hence the birth of many so-called Demonic Technique."

"Of course, they were called Demonic Technique because their Cultivate methods were sufficiently demonic and were forbidden by later generations."

"Now, Demonic Technique can no longer be found in the Archaic Great Thousand World. After True Martial Great Emperor unified the Archaic, he further defined what constituted orthodox Martial Dao."

"And this bronze tablet in your hand records a Cultivation Technique from the barbaric era—the Blood Refinement Evil Classic."

Wu De spoke the last sentence almost word by word, his expression quite solemn.

It was evident how horrified he was by the evilness of this Cultivation Technique.

"How is it evil?" Qin Han, on the other hand, became interested.

He hadn't tormented Sons of Luck for a while, and his Destiny Points had been stagnant for quite some time, which was unacceptable.

When they should be unlucky, they must be, and when they shouldn't, they shouldn't be too comfortable.

"You know about Burning Blood Pill, right?" Wu De said mysteriously.

"I know a little."

"This thing has a similar effect to Burning Blood Pill, but the cost is greater, and the amplification gained is also immense. It’s almost a life-for-a-life Cultivation method."

Hearing these words, Qin Han's eyes lit up, and he pressed, "You mean, Cultivating this Demonic Technique can greatly temper flesh and skin?"

"Exactly. Theoretically, if there's an endless supply of vital blood, it can temper a Martial Artist's skin like immortal gold, making their flesh immortal."

"But the cost is also extremely terrifying. The reason a Demonic Technique is called a Demonic Technique is that once you start, you cannot stop until you die," Wu De said in a deep voice.

"Interesting..." Qin Han's heart stirred. It was his first time encountering a so-called Demonic Technique.

There were countless strange things in the Archaic Great Thousand World. Living beings coveted treasures, but they uniquely feared this Demonic Technique.

Even Demonic Cultivation Technique were accepted by some, as they followed different Dao and Cultivation methods.

But Demonic Technique were life-threatening. Fairly, the effort was proportional to the reward.

According to ancient records, some Demonic Technique specifically consumed Lifespan in exchange for power.

The previous owner of the burial sky coffin was like this, sleeping in the coffin, using the increased Lifespan to offset the Demonic Technique's consumption.

After slumbering for several eras, he emerged as a Quasi-Emperor, shocking the Archaic.

"This thing was just obtained by Zhe Xizuo, and he hadn't had time to comprehend it. But even if he knew it was a Demonic Technique, I doubt he would dare," Wu De said.

"This Ancient Dojo is truly miraculous; it actually has things from the barbaric era preserved. Other places might also have many Opportunity. We must have missed a lot," the God-Slaying Stone said regretfully.

"No loss. In my eyes, this Demonic Technique is more valuable than a Saint Grade Cultivation Technique," Qin Han was extremely excited.

Wu De saw Qin Han's eager expression, which was exactly the same as when he ate the Primordial Remnants!

"No way, you're going to Cultivate it?" Wu De nearly dropped his jaw.

"Since you've comprehended what's inside, why not work a little harder and transcribe the Cultivation Technique?" Qin Han suggested.

"This..." Wu De glanced at the God-Slaying Stone, looking utterly bewildered.

He knew Qin Han was famously bold, but the fierce side effects of devouring Primordial Remnants couldn't compare to even a fraction of the Demonic Technique.

Once a Demonic Technique began, it couldn't be stopped. Even without deliberately circulating it, it would continuously consume vital blood until one became a withered skeleton.

"I know you want to make up for the regret of the Blood Moving Realm Extreme Boundary, and the Blood Refinement Evil Classic can indeed achieve that very quickly, but the cost is truly too great," Wu De said earnestly.

"Rest assured, I know what I'm doing," Qin Han said with a smile.

"You..." Wu De sighed. He knew he couldn't persuade him and said helplessly, "Whatever you say."