I create patterns, regardless of your level of expertise.

The Demon Lord and the Twelve Demon Gods were carried out of the Blood Pool by other members of their race.

Li Hao's final attack was simply too powerful; the Demon Lord faced the pressure head-on, and thus his situation became dire.

Although the remaining twelve demon gods only suffered the aftermath, being reborn a second time in a short period of time was an extremely heavy burden.

Fortunately, although the first step encountered some unexpected problems, it was ultimately a success.

The Demon Lord swept his gaze over the demons before him and weakly asked, "Have we reached the Spirit Realm? Has the source of the witchcraft been sent away?"

Immediately, a demon stepped forward and reported, "Your Majesty, we have now entered the edge of the Spirit Realm. Lord Chixiao has already led the Source of Witchcraft deeper into the realm."

Upon hearing this, the Demon Lord remained expressionless, simply replying, "That's good then. Let's all hide for now."

"The source of this witchcraft lies in the methods used by the Demon Lord's predecessors to send it down from the realm of gods."

"Those four from the Spirit Race are only demigods; they are absolutely no match for them."

Hearing this, the demons were not overjoyed.

After all, the fact that they are standing here now means that they have completely abandoned their people who are still in the Demon Realm.

What awaited them afterward was mostly the slaughter of humans.

The price they will pay, and the price they have already paid, for this one thing is undeniably heavy.

Seeing the dejected state of his people, the demons spoke again.

"A bright future always requires sacrifice."

"Remember, their sacrifice was worthwhile as long as we succeed in the end."

"Now that things have come to this, we've already gambled everything. Instead of wallowing in self-pity, let's all pull ourselves together. We still have things to do."

"Let's go, we can't stay here any longer. Li Hao and the Spirit Queen will definitely guess that we've come to the Spirit Realm. We need to build a secret base here that they won't be able to find."

A few words were clearly not enough to dispel the shadows in the hearts of the demons, but the blatant threat still roused them, and they carried the Demon Lord and the twelve Demon Gods away.

On the other side, in the Demon Realm, at the Blood River Battlefield.

Half a day after Li Hao and his group left, large areas of the space remained unhealed, and some residual violent energy still stirred up gales.

Originally, this place, even if it wasn't some kind of blessed land, was at least normal.

But now, it's practically a swamp.

Then a golden portal suddenly opened above the Blood River, and an old man dressed in a plain robe with an arrogant expression walked out from it.

He frowned as soon as he saw everything around him.

"How could it have been destroyed like this? Half a day has passed since we received the news, and the space here still hasn't healed?"

The old man muttered to himself, then took out a talisman from his robes and activated it.

In an instant, a gentle yet exceptionally powerful force emanated from the talisman, rapidly repairing the shattered space.

Taking advantage of this time, the old man looked in other directions and carefully examined the entire battlefield.

"This kind of destruction doesn't seem like something a twelfth-realm cultivator could cause. Could it be that someone here has already broken through to the twelfth realm?"

"Heh, these pigs, they can hide for a while, but can they hide forever? Once we catch you and take you to the realm of gods, you'll be in for a world of hurt."

"Well, things over there are more important. I'll investigate this matter thoroughly later; there's no way I can escape it anyway."

After repairing the space, the old man did not linger. He opened the golden portal again, stepped out, and disappeared completely.

The Blood River returned to its former state, the water flowing downstream at a gentle pace. The space healed, the pits filled, as if nothing had ever happened here.

……

On the flying boat.

Li Hao finally found what he wanted among a pile of storage rings.

These were all copied from the headquarters of the Medicine Tower in Donglizhou. In addition to some treasures, martial arts techniques, and historical books, there were also some.

Li Hao wasn't really interested in these things; he just picked one up casually because they were displayed nearby. He never expected to actually take it out and look at it one day.

The main reason is that I didn't expect to encounter the Spirit Race before coming here, and before coming to the Demon Realm, the Spirit Race was just a background character, and I didn't know much about them.

Since he had nothing else to do while traveling, he dug out these historical records and planned to learn about them first.

Unfortunately, there are very few records about the Spirit Race in these ancient texts.

The only point that is recorded in great detail here is the supernatural power of the Spirit Race: the secret transmission.

What is a secret transmission?

It's a bit like the transfer of skills in old-fashioned martial arts novels.

A weakling who knows no martial arts is transformed into a master after being taught martial arts by a great hero.

However, the secret teachings of the Spirit Clan can be passed down in ways that are even more exaggerated than this transmission of power.

Not only can one's own cultivation level be passed down, but even one's memories can be completely inherited.

Of course, this doesn't mean that a Spirit Race member at the first level can jump directly to the tenth level after being secretly taught the secret.

In reality, this is a relatively slow process.

After the secret transmission is completed, a "secret treasure" will be generated within the recipient's body. This secret treasure will release spiritual power at all times to temper the inheritor's physical body.

Simply put, it's fully automated cultivation.

Moreover, its speed is even faster than my own cultivation.

This is absolutely outrageous. For races like humans and demons, when the older generation of powerful figures dies, they still have to worry about whether there will be successors.

Before a powerful member of the Spirit Clan dies, they find a member of their own clan to pass on their secret teachings. In just a few years, a new star will rise.

However, because this inheritance also includes memories, the recipient essentially lives out the life of another member of the same clan, which will more or less affect their original personality.

Whether this can be considered a form of possession is a matter of opinion.

Anyway, the Eldar have been doing this for more than a year or two, so they probably don't care.

Now, we must revisit that old saying.

While God opens a door for you, He will surely seal off your windows.

If we exclude the secret treasures, the Spirit Race's cultivation speed is the slowest among the four races, which is their weakness.

But the Spirit Race is born with a long lifespan, which just makes up for their slow cultivation speed.

If we're talking about percentages, then they're actually about the same.

Assuming a person can live to be one hundred years old, he would spend twenty years cultivating to reach the second realm.

If it were a Spirit Race member with the same aptitude, it would take them forty years to reach the second realm due to their slow cultivation, but they could live to be two hundred years old.

In percentage terms, it's all about consuming 20% ​​of one's lifespan.

Therefore, whether this can be considered a drawback is debatable.

As for the extra lifespan of the Spirit Race, the exact number is not recorded in the ancient texts, but it is estimated to be only about 20% to 30% more.

At this point, Li Hao had a question to ask.

Demons can be reborn, and spirits can possess secret techniques.

What about the human race?