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At Qi Xiaomian's signal, Sang Qingxiao began to move.
As they traversed the tunnel, water-drawing talismans lined the path, channeling countless streams toward this location. The sound was not insignificant, but the Cursed Dragon, focused on its meal, did not hear it. Perhaps it did hear, but it simply did not care. After all, to it, the mortal realm was nothing but a swarm of ants; how could they pose any threat?
Overly confident, it remained oblivious even as the water level rose underground. One by one, the others rushed from their hiding spots toward the opening, and the Cursed Dragon, engrossed in its feeding, failed to notice them.
Just as they were about to activate the formation to seal the opening and prepare for when the Cursed Dragon would erupt in fury, Qi Xiaomian slipped away in the opposite direction, leaving behind a single remark: "You all go ahead; I have some ideas."
Knowing Qi Xiaomian was always cautious in his actions, they merely reminded him to be careful and let him go.
When Qi Xiaomian realized that Phantom had emerged from the Cursed Dragon, numerous thoughts filled his mind. He sought opportunities to approach Phantom, attempting to absorb power from its dragon breath when it was unaware.
The journey through Dubu Mountain had also left an impression on Phantom, causing it to lower its guard. In this relaxed state, acquiring Phantom's dragon breath became much easier.
The power of that dragon breath was indeed overwhelming; no wonder just a hint of it granted Phantom sentience, allowing it to hold its own against humanity during confrontations.
During Qi Xiaomian's first absorption, despite being on guard, he was nearly overwhelmed by the force. However, after enduring the intense pain, the results were evident: his bottleneck as a Demon Cultivator shattered through four minor levels, and his own inner strength surged by a decade!
Qi Xiaomian was astonished; fortunately, he possessed a Demon Cultivator body. Had he been merely a martial artist, that moment of dragon breath entering his body would have scattered his soul.
After recovering from the shock, desire welled up within him—especially since the source was right before him. In such a critical moment, he found himself wanting to take a risk.
Still pressed against the rock wall and clad in black attire for concealment, he silently approached the Cursed Dragon.
Positioned at the back of its neck where numerous wounds marred its scales, Qi Xiaomian found it quite convenient to draw energy from these injuries.
Having adapted during his previous encounter with Phantom, Qi Xiaomian's patience had increased manifold. He became engrossed in his growing power and nearly pushed himself to the brink of explosion. At the last moment, he managed to rein in his surging energy while cold sweat poured down his brow.
He had been careless and almost faced disaster; this Cursed Dragon’s power was not only domineering but also soul-chilling. It stirred up all his inner darkness and magnified it.
Memories from the past flashed before him like a revolving lantern; even minor grievances made him red-eyed time and again, increasingly so. The demonic patterns on his body grew more intricate with each surge of emotion.
As the water level underground continued to rise and an unexpected chill enveloped him, it jolted Qi Xiaomian back into clarity.
After ceasing his absorption of dragon breath, he quickly began collecting dragon blood and decaying dragon flesh. Such potent energy sources were rare and could only be obtained from living beings for maximum vitality.
At this moment, he recalled that Sang Qingxiao had once gifted him a spacious time-stopping space; now was the perfect time to use it for storage.
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