The pale-golden ichor exuded an alluring fragrance, radiating an unparalleled Spiritual Energy.
Just by taking a single whiff, Mo Qi felt his Nine Transformations into Spirit Body grow a fraction stronger.
His Cultivation also deepened in turn.
He had reached the Vajra Realm some time ago. Although the Creation Golden Body Technique he practiced was powerful, he had no one to guide him. His Cultivation had to rely solely on his own trial and error, so his progress had been incredibly slow.
This drop of golden ichor before him would clearly be a great help, but Mo Qi ignored it completely. All his thoughts were on the beautiful woman.
He realized something and reached out to grab the woman, but his hand closed on empty air.
"Mother, don't go! Don't leave your son all alone."
The woman's expression faltered slightly, a trace of pity flashing in her eyes, but she maintained her smile.
