Facing the cowering couple, Chen Zhao didn't want to argue with them.
Chen Zhao didn't want to bother with the couple who loved their son too much.
At least, they dared to speak rudely to him when he was scary.
It showed their love for their child.
Chen Zhao wasn't in a good mood.
But he still turned and left.
Under their gazes, Chen Zhao soared into the sky and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
"Hey, Old Zhang, I want to ask you something."
"You rarely talk to me in such a serious tone. What is it?"
"Is there a demonic path in this world?"
"Haha … What are you looking at that made you dumbfounded?"
"No?"
"There's no absolute demonic path in this world. There are evil sects, but there are no demonic paths."
"So you're saying that techniques that can absorb people's vitality don't exist, like in movies and novels?"
"There are cultivation techniques or spells that can absorb one's essence, Qi, and spirit, but I've never heard of a cultivation technique that can absorb one's vitality … Why? You met one? "
Chen Zhao didn't want to tell Zhang Tianyi that he'd learned a technique that could absorb other people's vitality.
He was worried that Zhang Tianyi wouldn't be able to control his inner demon.
After all, it was normal for people to be more afraid of death as they grew older.
To prolong one's life.
Who knew if he would do something that would cross the line.
Chen Zhao didn't dare to overestimate anyone's morality.
Even if the person was highly respected.
Chen Zhao suddenly thought of a possibility.
The heavenly pattern of the small world was like a growing sapling.
The flesh and blood were like nutrients for the heavenly pattern.
But Chen Zhao wasn't sure if everyone's small world and heavenly pattern were the same.
"Or, did you learn a technique that absorbs other people's vitality?" Zhang Tianyi seemed to have sensed something.
Chen Zhao still answered Zhang Tianyi's question with silence.
Zhang Tianyi seemed to confirm his guess.
After a while, Zhang Tianyi said, "Can you tell me the specifics?"
Chen Zhao was hesitating whether to tell Zhang Tianyi.
But if Zhang Tianyi activated the heavenly pattern himself, he would eventually come into contact with it.
The difference was nothing more than a question of whether it was a little earlier or a little later.
In the end, Chen Zhao told Zhang Tianyi his discovery.
Zhang Tianyi was silent for a while.
"Are you afraid that I'll go down the wrong path?"
"Don't you think I should be afraid?"
Chen Zhao was really afraid that one day, he would be on the opposite side of Zhang Tianyi.
For an existence at Zhang Tianyi's level, no one would be able to keep him in check once he harbored evil thoughts.
Chen Zhao was the only person in the world who could fight against him.
"I already have some guesses about your situation."
"You have a guess?"
"What you're absorbing isn't the life force in the flesh, but the nutrients."
"Hmm?"
Zhang Tianyi's guess seemed to be very consistent with his own.
"You and I both know that the higher one's cultivation, the longer one's lifespan will be. However, the key question is, how is the process of transforming power into lifespan achieved? What you've discovered just proves that the process of transforming power into lifespan. Although we haven't completely analyzed it, it has already taken us a big step forward."
Zhang Tianyi paused for a moment, then continued, "The flesh that your enemy summoned was made entirely out of Mana, and didn't have any life force. However, your Heaven and Earth Heavenly Pattern was able to absorb it. This means that you weren't absorbing the life force of the flesh, but transforming it."
"You're already a big step ahead of the three of us. In fact, your progress is even faster than we imagined. In the next hundred years, you'll have enough time to become the world's top cultivator. And in the Spiritual Tide Era after that, you'll be the best in the world."
Zhang Tianyi's tone was a bit emotional, but also a bit envious.
He wasn't envious of Chen Zhao's cultivation, but of his era.
In the Age of Chaos, Chen Zhao's cultivation had almost reached the peak.
His cultivation was enough for him to last until the Spiritual Tide Era, and he even had a lot to spare.
Moreover, with his surging life force, he didn't need to be like other cultivators of the same realm who didn't dare to fight even when they were old.
For example, the 23rd generation Blood Mary. Her cultivation was indeed the best in the world.
But now, she was like an ordinary old person. Even the slightest movement would hurt her muscles and bones.
Every time she fought, she would use up a large amount of life force.
To put it bluntly, the next two hundred years would belong to Chen Zhao.
And Chen Zhao wasn't just the best in terms of power.
More importantly, he had thick skin and flesh.
He had almost indestructible physical defense and terrifying magic resistance.
This also eliminated the danger of him dying.
Killing Chen Zhao was almost as difficult as destroying a modern country.
And a country with nuclear weapons.
After communicating with Zhang Tianyi, Chen Zhao suddenly felt happy.
So he wasn't absorbing life force.
Next, he would go to Hell and kill the threat in the cradle!
Chen Zhao took out another phone and called the handsome guy.
"Hi."
The video call went through. Chen Zhao saw a battlefield, a terrifying one.
It was a scene of billions of demons fighting against a terrifying dragon, while the handsome young man stood in the air.
Chen Zhao remembered that terrifying dragon, Ancestral Dragon.
He had been lucky enough to accept the handsome guy's invitation and ride on Ancestral Dragon once.
For Chen Zhao back then and now, it was an extremely honorable thing.
Rather than a battle, it was more like a one-sided massacre.
Although there were countless of them, they were facing the most powerful Dragon Clan.
When his wings were spread out, they could cover an entire city.
A single breath from him could turn millions of Evil Demons into ashes.
"What are you doing?" Chen Zhao asked.
"Watching a massacre," the handsome guy said emotionlessly.
It was indeed a massacre.
The billions of demons Chen Zhao saw were only the remnants of the defeated army.
The battlefield stretched across the Boundless Realm. Countless demon corpses were still lying on the ground.
"I need to go to Hell. Can you summon me there?"
"Why do you want to go to Hell?"
Chen Zhao told them the whole story. Simply put, he had to get rid of the root of the problem.
"Okay. Now?"
"Yes."
This was Chen Zhao's first time seeing a summoning. In the past, when Beelzebub Zofee summoned him, he could only see traces of a magic array left behind.
However, the handsome young man's summoning was much simpler. He casually raised his hand, and the demon corpses below seemed to be affected by some kind of power. Their blood began to gather in the air, and a magic array hovering in the air was completed.
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