"Just a bit away from reaching the Great Perfection of the tenth level."
Lu Changsheng's physical body had fully absorbed the power of the Blood of the Demon God, with his ink-colored hair draped over his shoulders, forcibly cultivating the Eternal Indestructible Art to the pinnacle of the ninth level, just one step away from Great Perfection.
Now, Lu Changsheng's flesh exuded a terrifying pressure, comparable to a Third Grade Dao Artifact. Even if struck by a Third Grade Dao Artifact, his body would not easily be damaged.
"The Blood of the Demon God is indeed domineering. A mere drop of demon blood contains such immense medicinal power that it has allowed me to cultivate the Eternal Indestructible Art to the pinnacle of the ninth level. It's hard to imagine the peak strength of the Demon God."
From glimpses, Lu Changsheng roughly sensed the horror of the Ancient Demon God.
