Zhou Dao had been in the Demon Control Department for two years, and by sacrificing to the Ancestral Master, he finally reached the realm of Half-step True Fire.
In this world, this was his greatest reliance and the means to open the door of cultivation, reaching the summit.
"Sacrifice!" Zhou Dao flicked his finger, and a drop of blood seeped from it, falling onto the Loach Demon's body.
Sizzling…
Streams of green smoke emerged, and the slippery loach visibly disintegrated at a visible speed.
Three feet above, the ancient altar's illusory shadow appeared vaguely, and the characters on the tablet were mysteriously hidden.
[Sacrifice the Loach Demon, receive the reward: Sixty Years Elixir Grass]
A mechanical voice sounded in Zhou Dao's mind.
The golden light fell, and a black, glossy, dimly glowing pill appeared, emitting a faint fragrance.
"There really is such a treasure!" Zhou Dao picked up the black pill and examined it carefully.
