Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 919 - 404: The Star Palace Saints’ Scheme; Refining Nirvana Blood

A furious bellow of discontent rumbled from the Demon Lord Giant Crocodile.

With great strain, it withstood two fierce attacks from Xuanmo True Monarch, wildly contorting to shred space apart, then fled shamefully into the churning demonic clouds guarding the Ancient Demon Hall's entrance, vanishing without a trace.

Xuanmo True Monarch along with True Monarch Wu Ya refrained from chasing too far; their mission focused on repelling the foe, not eliminating it.

The five mighty Human Race cultivators converged, their gazes scanning the demon horde below now plunged into brief disorder after its leaders' demise and retreat, before unleashing another round of assaults without mercy.

A barrage of varied grand divine abilities crashed down, sweeping away enormous clusters of demonic beasts as effortlessly as reaping fields of wheat.

Yet the demon surge remained overwhelmingly vast, with additional formidable powers awakening from its hidden depths.

The five avoided venturing too far inward. After unleashing a wave of carnage, they withdrew calmly behind the array's protective barrier.

Due to devastating losses, the Ancient Demon Array also dialed back its onslaught ferocity.

"Roar!"

Cheers erupted from the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators on site.

Xu Ping and his five companions surveyed the battlefield, verifying no dangers lingered. Xuanmo True Monarch then proposed: "Fellow Daoists, shall we head to the Spirit Vessel for a talk?"

The others voiced no dissent.

...

Within the Spirit Vessel's council chamber.

The five took their seats, a faint undercurrent of nuance hanging in the air.

"Fellow Daoist Xu’s divine technique from before... truly wondrous and boundless, its power divine!"

Xuanmo True Monarch spoke first, his eyes locking onto Xu Ping with a strange flickering gleam, "This time, striking down a Late-stage Demon Lord in a single blow—Fellow Daoist Xu, you stand as the chief hero!"

"Indeed, Fellow Daoist Xu conceals his true depths masterfully!"

Master Shuidi’s tone rang out clearly, a subtle trace of wariness briefly crossing his look toward Xu Ping.

Xu Ping offered only a modest smile: "Without the seniors’ aid, slaying that Ancient Demon would have been utterly impossible for me."

Shan Tianyou chuckled and remarked: "No need for such excessive humility, Fellow Daoist Xu. Your divine technique proves devastatingly effective, especially versus Ancient Demons whose divine sense is frail."

"In time, with your cultivation progressing further, the Outer Sea Human Race may yet gain another pillar rivaling Ancestor Yun Lan!"

Each offered words in sequence, laced with ample praise and overtures of alliance.

Xu Ping’s revealed prowess and promise commanded their sincere regard... A handful of cordial remarks to build rapport—why refuse?

Xu Ping kept his humble poise, cupping his hands as he replied: "Seniors overpraise me; this success belongs to us all."

He then steered the conversation: "That Demon Lord’s corpse holds particular value for me."

"I offer these Fourth Rank Middle Grade talismans and Spirit Medicines in exchange, seeking your gracious approval."

With those words, he revealed several storage bags brimming with radiant high-grade talismans and jade boxes releasing enticing fragrances.

Valuable though these were, set against an intact Late-stage Nascent Soul Ancient Demon corpse—particularly one felled solo by Xu Ping—they reflected profound sincerity.

Xuanmo True Monarch and the rest shared glances, mulled it over shortly, then nodded in unison.

First, Xu Ping claimed the foremost merit while remaining ever polite.

Second, a demon corpse, precious as it was, proved no necessity for them.

Third, none cared to antagonize a cultivator of such immense potential and skill over a mere Ancient Demon remains.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Xu is overly polite."

"A mere demon corpse—if it serves you, just claim it. No need for such formalities."

"Then we’ll gladly accept your talismans."

The exchange concluded smoothly.

After voicing thanks, Xu Ping took his leave from the group and headed back to his interim quarters.

...

In the secluded chamber.

Xu Ping flicked his sleeve, layering down numerous restrictions prior to retrieving the mangled form of the Corpse Bat Demon Lord.

Despite grave damage, essential components stayed preserved, its plentiful vitality and demonic essence not wholly dissipated.

With expert precision, Xu Ping dismantled it.

Ultimately, from the demon heart’s core emerged a fist-sized lump of mercury-like, inky-black blood brimming with staggering vitality and Nirvana Dao韵—Nirvana Blood.

"This Demon Lord proved stronger; its Nirvana Blood is indeed far purer than the prior batch!"

Xu Ping meticulously perceived the immense power held inside, a gleam of contentment flashing across his eyes.

He cautiously tucked away the two clumps of Nirvana Blood, postponing their immediate refinement and integration.

Unlike Blood Bone Island, this spot's surroundings proved volatile, the refining demanding undivided attention and ample duration, obviously unfit for the task.

"I shall curb my impatience and hold off until I return to my cave mansion to refine them." Xu Ping quelled his excitement, reverently securing the Nirvana Blood.

At present, the prominent factions across the Outer Sea were jointly erecting short-range teleportation arrays.

Upon completion, no prolonged garrison here would be necessary; he could arrive whenever desired.

Additionally, by that point, he could ally with the Golden Spirit Mouse clan for hunting Ancient Demons, gearing up the Water Lake Mouse for its advance to the later phase.

Next, Xu Ping circulated his mana to commence recovery.

Short as the clash had been, it had drained a hefty amount of resources.

Over the ensuing days, Demonic Qi kept surging from the Ancient Demon Hall entrance, while low-tier demonic beasts maintained their precautionary attacks.

Yet, that horrifying Late-stage Nascent Soul presence failed to resurface, apparently hunkering down following the vanguard's rout.

Still, the swirling demonic clouds above the entrance deepened in hue, even beginning to release a strange black mist.

This mist obstructed Divine Sense scans and impeded visual sight alike, leaving the inner depths of the Ancient Demon Hall more inscrutable and heavily foreboding.

Wind Origin Realm, Hengtian Mountain Range.

...

At the forbidden area's heart, deep inside the Star Palace.

A colossal basin, apparently sculpted from a massive slab of "Star Core", lay in serene stillness.

Rather than pure water, it brimmed with a viscous, near-solid fluid that flowed like mercury, twinkling with myriads of minuscule star specks—silver liquid.