The Yong Bird's body was as large as a star.
Even after it was dismembered to refine its essence,
the choicest parts nearly filled Wu Dao's six All Heaven worlds, feeling incredibly heavy and scorching hot.
This was why Wu Dao moved so slowly.
In a way,
he was carrying a great sun of appalling density and temperature on his back as he advanced.
Over the next few days, Wu Dao relentlessly used his Primordial Magnetic Power to break down the flesh, bones, organs, and blood of the Desolate God, the Yong Bird.
His only goal was to purify the most refined, Chaos-colored primordial substance within it—the so-called essence blood.
His progress was very pleasing.
After a few days, he had purified about thirty percent. He would certainly be able to finish the process before reaching the Gate of Hell.
The Yong Bird had been at the King Grade, Eighth Step.
