Alchemy & Martial Supreme

"If Dao is so easy to comprehend, then there wouldn't be so many Martial Cultivator stuck at the Dragon Realm Initial Phase." Qin Ming smiled happily.    

There were many Dragon Realm powerhouses who had broken through to the Dragon Realm for many years, but their strength was only at the early stage of the Dragon Realm.    

It was because the Dao was too difficult to comprehend and they were stuck.    

……    

"It's time to investigate the secrets here." Qin Ming's eyes swept across the bottom of the lake, his eyes filled with anticipation.    

There must be a reason why this place was so unusual.    

"The Dao of Water can't seal the Poison Devil, and it's impossible for it to gather and not scatter. There must be some secret here."    

He had been here for a long time. Following these substantive Dao, he had comprehended the Dao of Water to the early stage of the Dragon Realm. Qin Ming was already very familiar with this place.    

He felt that the place where the Poisonous Demon Saint's blood was placed was different.    

Now that his body had recovered, Qin Ming couldn't wait to fly there.    

Soon, he arrived. Looking at the crystal clear liquid in front of him, Qin Ming tried his best to suppress the boiling blood in his body and looked at it excitedly.    

Not bad, it could cause an intense reaction from the saint blood in his body. The crystal clear and pure liquid in front of him was indeed a saint blood.    

And it was a Saint Blood that his bloodline could absorb.    

"It should be a water holy blood. If I absorb it, my Dao of Water might be able to advance further."    

Originally, Qin Ming was happy and content that he had reached the early stage of the Dragon Realm in a short period of time. However, no Martial Cultivator would reject his deeper understanding of the Dao, and Qin Ming was no exception.    

After the strength of the Martial Cultivator reached the Dragon Realm, what determined strength was the Dao.    

The deeper one's comprehension of the Dao, the stronger the Martial Cultivator's strength would be.    

"This saint blood is very strong. All the saint blood absorbed by the bloodline is strong." Qin Ming's face was full of smiles as he sensed its aura.    

The saint blood in front of him didn't emit a particularly strong Qi. Compared to the saint blood that Qin Ming had absorbed before, the saint blood in front of him was undoubtedly the weakest.    

However, Qin Ming didn't look down on it just because of its weak qi.    

"It's the reason why the Dao is so strong. It's also the reason why the saint blood of the holy beast grade Poison Devil can suppress it."    

"Whether the holy blood is powerful or not, the judgment of its aura isn't accurate. The reason why its aura is weak is because all of its power is restrained, unable to be drawn out!"    

Looking at the saint blood, Qin Ming was certain that the power of the saint blood was extremely strong.    

Apart from the arrangement of the Yin Sect, it was also because of this saint blood that the saint blood was able to completely suppress the saint blood.    

"With such a powerful strength, if I absorb it, perhaps it will allow me to break through to the Dragon Realm!" Qin Ming was looking forward to it.    

It was very, very difficult for the Saint Blood Martial Cultivator to break through to the Dragon Realm.    

And it was even more difficult for Qin Ming to break through to the Dragon Realm than other Saint Blood Martial Cultivator.    

The Saint Blood in his body had already reached the standard of breaking through to the Flood Dragon Realm. It was even possible to break through to the Dragon Realm.    

However, he needed to absorb countless amounts of energy to break through to the Flood Dragon Realm. He needed powerful energy to help him undergo nirvana.    

The holy blood in front of him could not be any better. It was something that could help him undergo nirvana.    

Step by step, he walked into the holy blood. Qin Ming felt the boiling blood in his body getting stronger and stronger, but it was suppressed by his will.    

If he couldn't even conquer his own bloodline, how could he reach the peak of martial arts?    

Qin Ming suppressed his excitement and walked to the side of the saint blood and sat down with his legs crossed.