Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

0Feng Yimo had still underestimated the abundant spiritual energy of the Blood Power Fruit, and had forgotten that he had never practiced this body before. Even though ninety-nine percent of the Spirit Devouring Silkworm had absorbed the spiritual energy, the rest of it was still unbearable for him. All the blood vessels in his body bulged, and his skin bulged like countless green earthworms. His bones were cracking, and his body was showing signs of exploding. He was scared out of his wits. He looked at his nose, nose, mouth, and mind, focusing all of his attention on circulating his Qi in an attempt to neutralize the surging spiritual energy and prevent his body from exploding.    

    

After an unknown amount of time, two streams of white smoke came out of Feng Yimo's nostrils. He suddenly opened his eyes, and a bright light appeared in his eyes. He was extremely clear. The powerful spiritual energy of a Blood Power Fruit had allowed him to cultivate until evening to dissolve all the medicinal energy. He couldn't help but feel lucky. He had forgotten that his body didn't have any foundation for cultivation. His physical body was ordinary, and he couldn't withstand such a huge amount of spiritual energy from the Blood Power Fruit. If he hadn't awakened his memories, he would have been reduced to a pile of flesh and blood by breathing and breathing according to his experience.    

    

He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and smiled bitterly. His body was too weak. Moreover, it seemed like the Spiritual Root was very weak. Just as he stopped practicing, 10% of the spiritual energy contained in his body dissipated. He believed that in less than two hours, all of the spiritual energy in his body would have dissipated completely. The disappearance of spiritual energy was due to the Spirit Devouring Silkworm absorbing it, but more importantly, his body couldn't store spiritual energy. If he wanted to make some progress on the path of cultivation, he had to change his constitution. Otherwise, it would be useless for him to cultivate for a long time!    

    

Feng Yimo sighed and took off the Blood Power Fruits on the tree branches one by one. He took off his long robe and coat and prepared to wrap them up. However, as soon as he took off his robe, a few pieces of jade fell down. He realized that the only identity certificate left by his mother was gone. Presumably, it was crushed under the Golden Horned Green Python's stomach. He let out a bitter laugh. Picking up the jade fragment, he put it together. He found that two pieces were missing, and could not be complete. He could only see that there was a wind carved on the top of the jade, missing the following two words. He put the pieces of the jade pendant, the python skin, the horn, and the scales into the package. Only then did he have the time to observe his surroundings.    

    

Surrounding him were towering trees that towered into the clouds. They were thirty to forty meters tall. Below the trees were all kinds of low shrubs, and exotic flowers and plants were scattered all over the place. Clearly, this was no longer the Iron Wind Ridge Village. It should be above the Iron Wind Ridge.    

    

As night fell, the mountain breeze whistled, and the air became cold. The croaking of frogs and insects did not bring any poetic scenery to Feng Yimo, but rather made him uneasy. He quickly grabbed the bundle and returned to the stomach of the Golden Horned Green Python, which was instead the safest place.    

    

In the middle of the night, Feng Yimo felt the python's body move. Roars came from outside, and it was extremely miserable. It seemed like some wild beast was fighting for the python's corpse. He nervously grabbed half of the sword. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the crack on the python's body. He didn't dare to slack off at all. His current condition was no different than that of a patient who had just recovered. He did not even have the strength to truss a chicken. At most, he could walk freely without using a walking stick. Any wild beast could tear him to pieces. Fortunately, the battle continued until dawn. Both sides had their own wins and losses. The python's corpse, which was the spoils of war, was not dragged away by either side.    

    

It was quiet outside. Feng Yimo crawled out carefully. Around the python corpses were the corpses of more than ten wolves and two tigers. The Golden Horned Green Python was a demonic beast, a rare delicacy for wild beasts. The demonic energy emitted from the demonic beast's body attracted the attention of wild beasts. Eating it would give one immense strength, and there was a chance to mutate and become a demonic beast! This temptation could not be resisted. Wolves and tigers flocked to it like a flock of ducks. They instinctively fought with their lives on the line!    

    

Feng Yimo did not dare to stay any longer. Carrying his bag, he escaped from this place. After running for an unknown distance, he saw a cave on the mountain. He crawled into it. He was panting heavily and sweating profusely.    

    

There was an underground river flowing through the cave, bringing a cool breeze to the hot air. The breeze was gentle. Feng Yimo, who had calmed down, finally smelled the stench on his body. It was disgusting. He ran to the river. He was startled by the monster that appeared on the water surface. He saw a guy with messy hair and messy face on the water surface. His eyes were sunken and his cheekbones were high. His skin was loose and he was looking at his lower body. His pants had been corroded by the Golden Horned Green Python's stomach acid and turned into a piece of cloth. Half of his calves were exposed, and his pair of cloth shoes were in tatters. His toes were exposed, and his entire body reeked of stench. He was even more miserable than the worst beggar.    

    

Feng Yimo quickly jumped into the river and started washing his clothes. A layer of filth appeared on the surface of the river. After he finished washing them, a few dead fish floated up.    

    

"Could it be that the filth on my body poisoned the fish in the river?" Feng Yimo widened his eyes in disbelief. He soaked in the river for a long time before climbing out. He was naked and spread his clothes flat on the hot stones outside the cave to dry. Then, he returned to the cave and opened the long robe containing the Blood Force Fruit and other things. He washed it in the water. How could such a dirty thing wrap the Blood Force Fruit?    

    

Soon, the clothes outside dried up. He put on his clothes, tore off a piece of cloth, tied up his hair, and then picked up a Blood Force Fruit. He ate half of the red fruit and started to cultivate, refining the abundant spirit energy. With his previous experience, he didn't dare to be greedy anymore.    

    

There was water in the cave, and there was a large space inside. It was dry, and it was a good hiding place. Feng Yimo planned to stay here for a while. He would eat at least 23 Blood Force Fruits before leaving. This thing was a Spiritual Fruit, and it was very easy to be discovered by other cultivators or demon beasts. Any one of them would pinch him to death, just like pinching an ant to death. The principle of "a man who doesn't have a treasure has a crime" had already been understood in his previous life.    

    

A quarter of the Blood Force Fruit required four hours to completely digest when he used his full strength. A complete fruit required eight hours. Apart from sleeping, he could only use one Spiritual Fruit a day. He had nothing but time. Therefore, he calmed his heart and focused on cultivating with the Blood Force Fruit.    

    

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Five days passed in a flash. Feng Yimo had eaten seven Blood Force Fruits. His blood and Qi returned to normal. He was much stronger than before. His face was red and his hair was black and shiny. He was no longer the gloomy color he had been before. When he shone on the surface of the water, he was a handsome young man. Because he had the memories of this life, he knew that his appearance was with his mother. The strange thing was that his father's surname was also Feng. Could it be that the two of them were cousins?    

    

Now, his muscles were full, and his blood and qi were vigorous. His absorption speed had obviously increased. Although all the spirit energy that had entered his dantian had been absorbed by the Spirit Devouring Silkworm, his muscles, bones, and organs were constantly being nourished and modified by spirit energy. His muscles were compact, and his bones were hard. The impurities in his body were being squeezed out bit by bit. It was even purer, making Feng Yimo look full of spirit energy and extremely agile.    

    

In his previous life, Feng Yimo had suffered from low level cultivation methods. He knew that a good cultivation method could make cultivation twice the result with half the effort. Since he had awakened his memories and started over again, he would either choose not to cultivate and live a normal life, or choose the best cultivation method. There were very few bottlenecks when cultivating a complete cultivation method, and he could quickly break through to the high level. Therefore, he decisively stopped cultivating and planned to find a good cultivation method to continue.    

    

However, looking at the remaining sixteen Blood Force Fruits, Storage Bags, horns, scales, and python skin, he decided to stop cultivating. There was also half a low-grade spirit artifact. He was worried. How were he supposed to carry these items?