The lid of the Seven-Star Treasure Gourd opened, and a blinding beam of light shot straight down. At that mont, Yusuf Zuck had a sudden flash of inspiration and let out a long howl as he leaped upwards.
However, he seed to only jump up one or two ters before he couldn’t go any higher. The bottom of the gourd had Gravity pulling him down, preventing him from flying up, and it seed there were layers of restrictions in the Gourd Space blocking his ascent.
"Hahaha, it’s useless," the old man of the Seven Stars laughed loudly. "If you could fly up, would it still be called the Seven-Star Treasure Gourd?"
"It’s not just you; even those at the Creation Realm or Creation World Realm can’t fly up. Once you’re in my Seven-Star Treasure Gourd, you better behave, or you’ll suffer the consequences."
With a "whoosh," a lot of food and treasures fell from the mouth of the gourd, all of them to replenish blood. At the sa ti, the two bottles of blood Yusuf had released were unaffected by the Gravity here and were sucked up with a "swoosh" sound.
"Good stuff, good stuff."
"Phew~" The stopper closed, and the inside of the gourd plunged back into endless darkness. However, this ti Yusuf was not discouraged; instead, his eyes grew increasingly bright.
He sat down and began eating and drinking, while outside, the old man of the Seven Stars opened a small bottle of fresh blood. After sniffing it gently and detecting nothing special beyond the scent of blood, he drank it.
Drinking human blood was sothing only Demons did. The old man of the Seven Stars was human, though no longer human in nature. In pursuit of power, no matter how unpalatable human blood was, he mustered the courage to gulp down a bottle in one go.
"Gulp gulp~" As the fresh blood entered his stomach, he truly felt a reaction. He felt a clear mind, a relaxed body, and his blood circulation was running faster than before. He even had a faint feeling of impending enlightennt.
Yusuf’s blood was naturally not ordinary. His body had been transford by Purple Blood Beads, and the purple water often secreted to repair his body, so his blood naturally carried the essence of purple water.
Therefore, his blood could neutralize any poison, cure all diseases, cleanse and strengthen the body effortlessly.
But to claim his blood could help soone enter the Creation Realm was nonsense because Yusuf himself wasn’t in the Creation Realm.
However, the old man of the Seven Stars had tasted the sweetness and felt the difference, so he was convinced that if Gabriel Freeman’s blood were consud continuously, it wouldn’t take long for him to reach the Creation Realm.
Monts later, the feeling of enlightennt and bodily cleansing faded, and he opened another bottle, guzzling it down in one go!
Then he closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, circulating energy within his body.
Remarkably, this circulation significantly boosted his Cultivation Level. Previously, he was at the so-called Half-Step Creation level, so after his Cultivation Level increased, he was on the verge of reaching the realm of Eternal Perfection.
"Just two small bottles, a few ounces of blood? And I’m about to have a breakthrough? Gabriel Freeman, Gabriel Freeman, I’ve found treasure, hahaha!" The old man of the Seven Stars laughed, pleased with having stolen from Gabriel Freeman. To defy the Right Saint was worth it; if he achieved the Creation Realm, what fear would he have of the Right Saint?
Each for his own survival, regardless of heavenly punishnt.
"Gabriel Freeman, give two more bottles," after running the internal cycle for a few hours, the invigorated old man of the Seven Stars was still greedy for more.
"No way, I just gave you two bottles, and you haven’t even told when you’ll let out. Do you want to drain dry?" Yusuf imdiately refused.
The more Yusuf refused, the more pleased the old man of the Seven Stars beca. He chuckled, "Heh heh heh, give two more bottles, and I promise I won’t ask for more within a day."
"Still no, asking like this will leave very weak." Yusuf still refused.
"Don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. I’m asking for your blood as a complint!" the old man of the Seven Stars shouted in a deep voice. "Do you believe I can kill you in an instant? Just by activating the gourd, I can release a dium intensity red light, strong enough to instantly evaporate and purify a person."
"Would you really kill ?" Yusuf said coldly.
"Heh heh, you’re pretty smart. Indeed, I’m reluctant to kill you," the old man of the Seven Stars chuckled darkly. "So don’t make things difficult for yourself. I won’t kill you, but can’t I tornt you? I can make you hurt, make you cry, and then you’d give your blood, right? So why don’t we negotiate?"
"Then tell , when will you let out?"
"I’ve already said, once I reach the Creation Realm, I’ll let you out. Do I need to swear for you?" the old man of the Seven Stars said irritably.
"Alright, alright, I believe you for a mont. You’re a person of great virtue; breaking your word would invite heavenly retribution." After saying this, Yusuf shouted loudly, "Throw the bottles in then."
"Hmm, better not play tricks. You cannot escape!" the old man of the Seven Stars opened the lid again, and two bottles were thrown inside again.
At this mont, Yusuf suddenly squeezed out a drop of Dew of Fate, which transford through multiple changes into an exact replica of himself.
This was his ninety-fifth clone!
Indeed, he previously had ninety-four clones, and including his main body made ninety-five, but those ninety-four clones couldn’t co out of the Blue Sea and Cloud Sky!
After activating the ninety-fifth Purple Blood Bead, he hadn’t yet created a clone. Now was the perfect opportunity. Once creating this ninety-fifth clone, he imdiately switched the robe onto it while his main body swiftly shrank, transforming into a Parasitic Light and drilling into a bottle.
The clone could also bleed and filled two bottles.
"Alright, I’m done. Please don’t disturb for another day, alright?" the clone said weakly.
"Alright, alright, I won’t disturb you, hahaha,"
With a "pop," the gourd lid opened again, and the two transparent bottles at the bottom were sucked up again.
"I’ll get you more to eat later. Replenish yourself; I won’t mistreat you!" The old man of the Seven Stars seed able to see the situation at the bottle’s bottom through the opening, even smiling at Yusuf’s clone before covering the gourd lid.
The two transparent bottles were placed on the table again, and Yusuf, hidden as a Parasitic Light within his own blood, was thrilled. This old fool, for all intents and purposes, he was out. Even if he suddenly erupted now, he could easily overpower this old fool.
But he chose not to erupt because he wanted to toy with the old fool first.
The old fool greedily eyed the bottle, quickly picking up the one containing Yusuf, unscrewing it, and drinking it in one go!
Watching it made Yusuf feel nauseated. Was this what a cultivator was? Was this what supre power was? They had lost their humanity.
Of course, at this mont, transford into a Parasitic Light, Yusuf followed the old fool’s throat into his stomach. Then Yusuf broke into his bloodstream, flowing towards the old fool’s brain.
"So refreshing~" The old man of the Seven Stars looked as if he had just indulged in opium, closing his eyes with an expression of utter bliss.
"Old fool, feeling great?" the clone in the gourd laughed and cursed loudly.
"What, what? What did you say?" the old man of the Seven Stars’ eyebrows shot up. "You’re cursing ? Do you believe I can kill you?"
"Heh heh," Yusuf chuckled. "I’m about to kill you right now."
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