Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 921 - 404: The Star Palace Saints’ Scheme; Purifying Nirvana Blood_3

In the Star Pool, the gazes of the two met anew, brimming with ruthless ambition and icy resolve, as though they already envisioned the annihilation of the Outer Sea Demon Race, the agonized cries echoing through Nanchuan Realm, and that... elusive pathway to superior realms.

Star Palace plunged back into utter silence.

Just the quiet surge of Star Essence Liquid fueled the fierce ambitions of these two realm overlords.

...

Two years slipped by along Burial God Bay's front lines, astonishingly calm.

No grand ancient demon rampage recurred; merely scattered demon teams leaked from the Ancient Demon Hall entrance, harrying human defenses.

Such assaults demanded ceaseless watchfulness yet inflicted no deadly peril on the array-shielded, vigilant human cultivators.

All recognized this offered no closure to the demon catastrophe; it mirrored the tense hush preceding the gale, with ancient demons seemingly gathering might or awaiting a pivotal chance.

On this day.

Intense spatial ripples erupted from the Teleportation Array platform at Burial God Bay's human camp heart, the platform blazing with light.

Two forms radiating Late-Stage Nascent Soul power emerged from the radiant portal, arriving for rotation duty—two formidable Great Cultivators.

Xu Ping and Shan Tianyou, alerted in advance, stood waiting there.

After a swift exchange on defenses and latest developments, Xu Ping and his ally boarded the Teleportation Array to depart.

A brilliant flash later, they dissolved into the spiritual radiance.

Five days hence, Blood Bone Island.

A verdant Escape Light streaked across the firmament before touching down on the isle.

The light dispersed, exposing Xu Ping's silhouette.

"This long-range Teleportation Array proves truly wondrous, slashing journey times and sparing all the toil," Xu Ping reflected with deep contentment.

The array's terminus lay close to Blood Bone Island, only days distant.

Yunxiao Sect's project erected numerous such Teleportation Arrays linking prime human domains to the front lines, essential for reinforcements amid demon disasters.

"When chance arises, I must delve deeply into crafting these Teleportation Arrays."

"Whether probing secret realms or fleeing foes ahead... this art stands as a supreme divine skill," Xu Ping pondered silently.

Duan Shuang, sensing the aura upon his cave emergence, hurried out to welcome him.

They savored a tender reunion, basking in mutual warmth.

Xu Ping shared a quick frontline update to ease her worries, then withdrew into the cavern's inner sanctum.

Scarce had he settled into cross-legged meditation when the Water Lake Mouse scampered forth with obsequious glee: "Welcome back, Master, your divine might is peerless, guarding the Demon Abyss, with outstanding achievements..."

"Enough flattery."

Xu Ping calmly halted the Water Lake Mouse’s ceaseless sycophancy, questioning directly, "How fares the mission I gave you? Any word from the Golden Spirit Mouse tribe?"

The Water Lake Mouse swiftly curbed its fawning grin, responding gravely, "Master, the little mouse has kept steady contact with the Golden Spirit Mouse tribe."

"Though ancient demons have surfaced now, their count and reach haven't coalesced into a tidal wave yet, chiefly striking select fronts."

"Demon race harbors some disquiet, yet few tribes suffer vast assaults."

"The Golden Clan Leader aims to watch a tad longer."

Xu Ping dipped his head faintly, hardly startled.

With demon calamity barely underway, ancient demon legions hadn't pressed full force, and demon realms stretched broad and formidable.

"Report at once if the moment ripens."

"Yes, Master!" the Water Lake Mouse affirmed deferentially.

Dismissing the Water Lake Mouse, Xu Ping moved to the cave's most isolated Artifact Refining chamber.

His palm flipped, unveiling two jade boxes bound by thick restrictions.

Restrictions undone, the boxes exposed two fist-sized orbs of inky-black, vitality-brimming, Nirvana dao charm-laden syrupy blood—Nirvana Blood.

"Now to purify and refine it." Xu Ping composed himself, eyes locking with intent focus.

Buzz!

A gush of pristine Nascent Soul True Flame erupted from Xu Ping's mouth.

Divine Sense razor-focused like a flawless scalpel, per the arcane method's guidance, it tenderly encased one clump of Nirvana Blood, methodically stripping foul impurities and stray intents to distill its core essence.

This procedure demands tremendous mental effort and drains mana heavily, requiring constant upkeep; even a marginally fiercer flame could harm the core of the Nirvana Blood and waste all prior work; a feebler one wouldn't purge the contaminants.

Xu Ping focused entirely, refusing to let his mind wander.

Inside the cavern, day and night blurred together, marked solely by the soft popping of the True Flame and Xu Ping's steady, prolonged breaths.

...

Six months slipped by unnoticed.

With the last bit of impurity extracted, the lump of Nirvana Blood in the secluded chamber had diminished by multiple layers.

Yet its hue had intensified and clarified, radiating an even richer dao charm, accompanied by a subtle roar from an ancient demon.

"Done!"

Xu Ping gradually withdrew the True Flame, appearing somewhat weary, though joy lit up his eyes.

Sensing the refined potency inside the processed Nirvana Blood, a grin spread across his face.

"At this rate, gathering and purifying three or four more masses of Nirvana Blood of the same quality, would suffice to push ’Nirvana Golden Body’ to the first layer!"

Having meticulously checked the second portion of Nirvana Blood, now fully purified with flawless quality, he reverently sealed both and stowed them securely once more.

Right away, he assumed the cross-legged position, activating the ’Ten Thousand Woods Evergreen Scripture’ to restore himself following the massive half-year expenditure.

As the cultivation technique began to run.

The thick, refined Spiritual Qi in the cave appeared pulled by an unseen force, surging wildly towards him and creating a huge vortex that swallowed his form completely.

Thanks to years of Spirit Worms refining and boosting it, the Spiritual Qi density in Blood Bone Island’s Spirit Vein had greatly exceeded its previous levels.

Uncertain of the time elapsed.

Xu Ping gradually lifted his eyelids, beams of divine light flashing in his eyes, his aura fully consolidated and brimming; his mana was utterly restored.

Moreover, from the prolonged deep concentration in refining, his cultivation had edged forward just a tiny, subtle amount.