The strong prey on the weak. This was the fundamental principle of Heaven and Earth.
It was an "honor" for these ants to contribute to his, Wu Yushan's, recovery.
At this moment, inside the cave.
Wu Yushan slowly opened his palm. In its center, a faint but pure wisp of blood-red Essence Qi was slowly spinning.
This was the last bit of essence he had refined from those villagers.
He opened his mouth and inhaled it.
A faint warm current spread through him, temporarily suppressing the bone-gnawing pain in his meridians.
The vast "emptiness" in his Purple Mansion seemed to have been filled by a negligible sliver.
But it was a drop in the ocean.
This was merely drinking poison to quench his thirst.
The blood qi of mortals was messy and impure, far less nourishing than a Cultivator's Primordial Yang or essence soul.
Moreover, this primitive and brutal method of plunder would worsen his own karma and Heart Demons.
It was extremely detrimental to his long-term cultivation.
