The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

Song Yi dared not slacken in the slightest and once again summoned the axe of Emperor Yu to split the mountain.

Two sacred artifacts of humanity were used to suppress it simultaneously!

On the axe that split the mountain, the radiance of humanity and the mysterious yellow energy of the Jiahe furnace complemented each other, as if an ancient sage emperor had personally descended, using the hearts of heaven, earth and the people as shackles to suppress the indomitable fighting spirit back into slumber.

Finally, Xing Tian's head quieted down, his eyes slowly closed, and the overwhelming killing intent subsided, receding like the tide.

Song Yi's gaze sharpened as he saw a long, narrow wound on the cheek of the enormous head.

The wound wasn't deep, but three drops of extremely bright red blood slowly seeped out.

Each drop was as crystal clear as a ruby, with countless malevolent energies surging within, faintly radiating an immortal brilliance.

Xingtian's essence blood!

Song Yi dared not delay and quickly summoned the Eight Treasures Profound Yellow Pagoda. The pagoda emitted a mysterious yellow aura and carefully collected the three drops of essence blood into it.

Then, glancing out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a severed hair of Xing Tian lying horizontally on the ground. It was as thick as a giant python, about three zhang long, and the cut was smooth, clearly indicating that it had been accidentally cleaved off by the axe light just now.

Although it was just a single strand of hair, the menacing aura emanating from it was still terrifying.

Song Yi naturally wouldn't let such an opportunity slip by, and immediately took it all.

"Walk!"

He gave a low shout and, without hesitation, turned and retreated with the giant spirit, not daring to look at the head again.

The two figures quickly disappeared on the steps, leaving only Xing Tian's head still bound by eighteen chains, suspended in the seventy-fifth level of the Heavenly Prison.

Upon exiting the Heavenly Prison, Song Yi waved his hand, and three drops of essence blood, each the size of a thumb, flew out from the Eight Treasures Profound Yellow Pagoda. Each drop was as solid as mercury, and endless baleful energy surged out, causing the void to freeze.

"This is all thanks to Brother Song! You shamelessly took a drop of Xing Tian's essence blood; in the future, if you ever need my help, I will accept it without hesitation!"

The giant spirit's voice boomed like a bell. He reached out and snatched a drop, his eyes burning with undisguised fervor.

"General, you flatter me. Without your help, how could I have obtained these three drops of essence blood?" Song Yi said with a smile and cupped his hands in greeting.

The Giant Spirit God stopped being polite and hurried away, heading straight to his cave to enter seclusion.

Song Yi summoned the golden pagoda, which swelled in the wind, growing to a height of a hundred feet, and landed majestically beside the river, radiating golden light and exuding an imposing aura.

Once inside the tower, Song Yi sat cross-legged and began to ponder how to refine Xing Tian's essence blood to transform his own golden Dharma body into a true flesh and blood body.

Although this avatar of his is not his original form, it has been blessed by a small amount of human merit, and is absolutely no weaker than the golden bodies of the Arhats in Western Buddhism.

A drop of Xing Tian's essence blood hung in mid-air, and Song Yi's mind probed into it.

In an instant, a wave of malevolent energy swept over us, and a headless giant seemed to appear before our eyes, with its nipples as eyes and its navel as a mouth, roaring angrily at the sky, its fighting spirit tearing through the heavens.

Song Yi felt a chill run down his spine, but remained calm and immediately offered up some of his humanistic merit.

The merit transformed into a warm golden light, slowly merging into Xing Tian's essence and blood.

Humanity is best at dispelling negative energy and turbidity. When the two meet, the negative energy dissipates like snow being doused with boiling water.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Xing Tian's blood essence, which was originally as dark as ink, turned bright red and dripped with light.

After setting up the Innate Cosmic Light Array, Song Yi officially began refining this drop of essence blood.

The moment the essence blood entered the body, an inextinguishable and boundless fighting spirit erupted like a volcanic eruption.

That was Xing Tian's indomitable will to resist, wielding his axe and shield until death, a will that even the power of humanity could not extinguish.

If it weren't for the Investiture of the Gods protecting his primordial spirit, even if he were at the Xuanxian realm, his primordial spirit would have shattered, and he would have died and his cultivation would have vanished.

Song Yi understood that if he wanted to completely refine Xing Tian's blood essence, he had to first subdue this indomitable fighting spirit.

Instead of relying on the Eight Treasures Xuanhuang Pagoda, he chose to endure the hardship with his own will, using it as a form of tempering.

Once, twice, hundreds or thousands of times...

Willpower is crushed and reassembled, obliterated and reborn.

Each time his resolve was eroded, his Dao heart became stronger.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Yi finally managed to completely subdue the undying fighting spirit left behind by Xing Tian, ​​relying on his indomitable Dao heart.

The next moment, he guided his essence and blood to merge with his own Dharma form.

The body, which was originally as rigid as metal and stone, began to slowly evolve, with bone marrow growing from bones, blood flowing from meridians, and internal organs gradually forming.

Song Yi looked down at his body, at the flowing blood, the beating heart, and the realistic feel of his skin. A smile crept onto his lips: "Finally, I'm human again!"

However, although he used the essence and blood of the Ancestral Witch to evolve a flesh and blood body, he was still unable to condense his primordial spirit due to the restrictions of the Investiture of the Gods.

If one's primordial spirit is not formed, one cannot continue to make progress in the path of Taoism.

Of course, physical training is still an option; one can improve their strength through continuous practice.

However, this method offers very limited improvement and is highly dependent on time and opportunity.

The Taoist school also has a supreme body-refining divine skill, which is the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill.

However, this method also requires the cultivation of the primordial spirit; the higher the realm, the stronger the physical body.

Yang Jian, the True Lord of the Pure Source Mysterious Way at Guanjiang Estuary, was the one who mastered this art.

Besides this, there is another way: to completely transform oneself into a pure-blooded witch.

That way, one can freely cultivate and improve their strength without needing a primordial spirit.

However, to become a pure-blooded witch, one needs the essence of Pangu's blood.

Every great shaman is formed from the essence and blood of Pangu.

Ordinary witches who wish to advance to the rank of Great Witch must go to the Pangu Temple to temper their bloodline with the essence of Pangu's blood.

It is absolutely impossible to break through the constraints on one's own.

Although the Wu tribe cannot attain sainthood through enlightenment, they can cultivate into Ancestral Wu, also known as Hunyuan Golden Immortal, whose strength is comparable to that of a Quasi-Saint, and whose every move exudes supreme power.

However, the essence of Pangu's blood is extremely rare. Throughout the Three Realms, it is probably only found in the possession of the Lady Pingxin in the Underworld.

However, after all eleven ancestral witches died in battle and the witch clan was wiped out, Lady Pingxin was heartbroken and from then on she was forever imprisoned in the six realms, never venturing out of the cycle of reincarnation.

It is extremely difficult to meet this lady.

Even though Yang Jian possessed a fragment of the Creation Earth Seal, it only offered him a sliver of hope.

"I wonder if the three-colored talisman can yield Pangu's essence blood?" Song Yi wondered to himself.

However, now that he has already opened a Prismatic-Rank talisman, it is useless to further increase the power of his divine office. Only by becoming a sixth-rank True God can he continue to open talismans.

Pulling himself back to his senses, Song Yi flipped his hand and took out a broken hair.

The hair, as thick as a python, twisted and tumbled in the void, emanating a dense aura of malevolence.

The physical body of the Ancestral Witch is the most solid thing in the world. Ordinary innate spiritual treasures can hardly damage it in the slightest. Even a single hair contains immense divine power.

If it weren't for a sacred artifact like Yu the Great's Mountain-Splitting Axe, ordinary magical treasures would have been utterly ineffective against Xing Tian's physical body.

"In that case, let's refine it into a magical treasure like the Immortal Binding Rope." Song Yi made up his mind immediately.

One of the treasures in the Eight Treasures Xuanhuang Pagoda is the Immortal Binding Rope, which is formed by the condensation of two innate restrictions and is truly wondrous.

Song Yi offered up the Jiahe Furnace, and flames roared within.

This flame is neither ordinary fire nor the true fire of ordinary immortals, but a pure human fire.

The innate fire possesses wondrous power, capable of subduing demons and monsters, and vanquishing evil and impurity.

The fire of the day after tomorrow originated from the ancient Suirenshi drilling wood. It combined with the power of humanity and has multiplied to this day, giving rise to various changes.

Both have their own unique uses, and it's difficult to determine which is better or worse. The comparison depends on the skill and cultivation of the person holding the fire.