As for what the Dragonsea city lord had said about Lu Yun hampering his own cultivation in not absorbing the power of creation in the surroundings—Qing Yu and Miao held that view in slight contempt.

Lu Yun could refine creation. What would he care about the tiny amount available here?

What he needed wasn’t strength from the outside world or even blazing hellfire. He needed personal metamorphosis upon slowly digesting the cultivation level of the fourth realm from the Tome of Life and Death.

He’d only borrowed it; it wasn’t his. Though he’d fully subdued the treasure and become its owner, if it ever left him, then all of his death arts and cultivation level would revert to nothing.

Thus, he had to make it all his own, truly his own. He needed...