Elven cultivators

Anton then went on to find several more ideas for making sword pellets.

Without exception, they are all more or less similar to the Bloodline Symbiosis Method and the Sword Intent Condensation Method.

Unfortunately, the Dawn Continent is not a world of cultivation, and many of the materials needed to refine sword pellets are simply unavailable. Researching and finding substitutes is even more time-consuming and laborious.

If possible, Anton would like to find a sword pellet forging philosophy that does not have high requirements for materials.

The bloodline symbiosis method does fit this point, but the risk of both the sword pellet and the sword cultivator being harmed is something he finds hard to accept.

As for the Sword Intent Condensation Technique, Anton gave up on it after a brief attempt.

This philosophy is clearly designed for those born sword-wielding prodigies, and he is obviously not one of them.

After much effort, Anton finally found a refining philosophy that was somewhat suitable.

The Path of Soul Devouring!

In essence, the core of this process involves finding a powerful spirit beast, killing it, and using its flesh, blood, and soul as materials, along with a wisp of sword energy from the dantian, to refine it into a sword pellet.

The more powerful the spirit beast used as material, the higher the quality of the sword pellets produced.

Once the sword pellet is formed, its quality can be rapidly improved by hunting down spirit beasts of similar bloodlines and devouring their essence and spirit.

Whether it's the Bloodline Symbiosis Method, the Sword Intent Condensation Method, or the Spirit Devouring Path, they all belong to the top-tier sword pellet forging concepts.

What they have in common is that, in addition to being refined and nurtured with true essence over many years, the sword pellets they produce also have additional quick ways to strengthen them.

Compared to the former two, the Soul Devouring Path undoubtedly better suits Anton's needs.

Sword pellets crafted using this philosophy have no obvious defects.

If I had to point out a flaw, it would be that you have to be very careful when choosing a spirit beast.

If you choose a spirit beast with a very small number of survivors as the refining material, it will be difficult to quickly strengthen the sword pellet by hunting spirit beasts of the same bloodline.

That would be no different from the ordinary concept of sword pellet forging.

As for which organism to choose as the refining material, Anton had already made up his mind.

Dragons!

If we were to ask which species has the most bloodline on the Dawn Continent, it would undoubtedly be the dragon bloodline.

Of course, Anton is not yet capable of dealing with the real dragons.

However, the initial sword pellet forging does not require such high-quality materials; one sub-dragon species is more than enough.

For example, the Rockhorn Dragon in the Thousand Rock Hills is an excellent choice.

The sword pellets forged from dragon blood will also grow stronger by continuously hunting creatures with dragon blood.

Such creatures are incredibly numerous on the Dawn Continent.

Dragons, sub-dragons, dragon beasts, dragon descendants... even lizardmen can serve as nourishment for the growth of the sword pellet.

Anton even felt that the Soul Devouring Path was a sword pellet forging concept tailor-made for him, the only cultivator on the Dawn Continent.

Once my cultivation level improves, killing a few hundred dragons will at least upgrade the sword pellet to the Xuan-level, and even a spiritual-level weapon is not impossible.

If we could defeat Dragon God Aio...

Anton felt a surge of excitement, but quickly shook his head, dispelling the unrealistic idea.

Although there has been no actual comparison between the various cultivation realms and the realms of the Dawn Continent to determine which is stronger, Dragon God Aio, as the only god of the Dawn Continent and also the strongest being on the continent at present, is at least equivalent to a Tribulation Transcending stage expert.

Even the Mahayana stage is not necessarily guaranteed.

Even if he were given several hundred more years to grow, he would never be a match for the Dragon God Aio.

By the time he broke through to the Tribulation Transcending stage, the Dragon God Aio had already perished.

"Speaking of which, version 4.0, Rise of the Gods, seems to be related to the corpse of the Dragon God Aio. Perhaps by then, I should have enough power to covet the Dragon God's corpse."

While he could dream about it, it was still too far away for Anton. He quickly put aside his distracting thoughts and focused his mind back on business.

"Let's use the Soul Devouring Path to forge the sword pellet!"

"Once we've stabilized our cultivation level, we'll figure out a way to deal with that Rockhorn Dragon."

"Now, let's refine the sword energy in our dantian."

To refine a sword pellet using the Devouring Spirit Path, one must first refine a sword aura, nurture it in the Qi Sea, and continuously nourish and strengthen it with true essence, thus making it the seed of the sword pellet.

At the same time, this sword energy can also be used as a means of attacking enemies, and its power is considerable.

"And I must continue to cultivate my magical arts."

Although he has decided to become a sword cultivator, considering that he doesn't know when he will be able to forge a sword pellet, he will still have to rely on magic as his regular means of combat for the foreseeable future, so he naturally cannot neglect his training in this area.

Fortunately, Anton had practiced many spells during his Qi Refining stage, but he used them relatively infrequently, so he didn't need to cram at the last minute.

After arranging his plans for the next period of time, Anton got up, stretched, and pushed open the treehouse door before walking out.

In order to refine the last bit of spiritual energy, he secluded himself for a full ten days this time.

Fortunately, he had prepared a large quantity of medicine beforehand, enough for the clan to survive this period without worrying about any accidents.

After becoming a Windtalker, Roman also moved to live under the Tree of Eternity, in a place not far from his treehouse.

Anton walked two or three hundred meters and arrived at the treehouse where Roman lived, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Who is it?

A muffled sound came from inside, sounding like someone had something in their mouth.

"It's me," Anton said.

As soon as he finished speaking, hurried footsteps came from inside, followed by the wooden door creaking open to reveal Roman's figure.

The girl was holding a piece of roasted meat in her hand, and chewing on another piece in her mouth, her mouth dripping with oil.

Upon seeing Anton, a smile immediately bloomed on her face. She chewed the meat a few times and swallowed it before speaking, "Anton, you've finished your seclusion?"

Anton nodded and, without any hesitation, went straight into the house.

"You're grilling meat? I'm actually hungry..."

Following the aroma of roasted meat, Anton arrived at the yard behind the treehouse, where he saw Eleanor sitting cross-legged on a stone stool, holding a skewer of sizzling, oily roasted meat in her hand, her cheeks slightly puffed out, clearly chewing something.

She wore a casual light gray robe, her emerald green hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, and a few strands of hair fell beside her ears. Her usual dignified and composed demeanor had largely disappeared, replaced by a more down-to-earth air.

Hearing footsteps, Eleanor subconsciously looked up, still chewing on meat, the oil glistening slightly on her lips.

The moment their eyes met, the air seemed to freeze.

Eleanor froze on the spot, her face flushing red at a visible speed.

She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, almost choking on the meat in her mouth in her panic. She was too embarrassed to spit it out in front of Anton, so she could only chew a few times and swallow it. However, because she was in such a hurry, she coughed twice.

"W-Why are you here?"

Eleanor hurriedly hid the kebabs behind her back, but then felt that the action was too obvious, and her face turned even redder.

She usually pays great attention to her demeanor, always maintaining the elegance and composure befitting an elf.

Today, I only came to Roman's place for a barbecue, thinking that there were no outsiders present, so I relaxed a little. Who would have thought that Anton would see me like this.

This rude, wolfing-down manner is simply... simply too embarrassing!