Chapter 135 The 9th Art: Blood Droplet?
As he drew closer, Wang Zijia encountered more and more people. Likely because of his late arrival, there were no longer any live demons in this area.
Wang Zijia took a deliberate detour, gathering over twenty remnants of demon corpses along the way. Half of them were the bodies of pseudo-sacrificial wine, which brought a delighted expression to his face.
Just this one haul was worth more than combing through the city ruins for one or two days!
When a mountain peak came into sight, the Ginseng Garden was just right before him.
Instead of rushing toward it, he found a secluded spot, threw out a Concealment Array Plate, extracting the pollution from the corpses, and converting it into value. He handed the corpses to the Five Ghosts, thus enhancing their aura.
When Wang Zijia finished extracting the pollution from the last pseudo-sacrificial wine demon, he was dumbstruck.
As if he had broken through some threshold, or accumulated enough, some extremely fragmentary information suddenly appeared in his mind.
The information was vague and intermittent, like some meaningless gibberish.
Upon closer inspection, it seemed like a spell?
With a thought, Wang Zijia entered the Chaotic Sea of Knowledge, and sure enough, a new spectral silver weight was being born beside the balance scale.
Weight: Blood Droplet