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“This flavor…”

The middle-aged soldier took it and quickly began eating, but after just one bite, his eyes widened in surprise.

A rich aroma of meat wafted through, and the flesh seemed to contain some special power. As he swallowed, that power flowed through his body, leaving him feeling refreshed and even nourishing his Primordial Spirit.

“The Ancient Demon Flesh contains Soul Power, and it’s an exquisite delicacy.”

Li Hao was also savoring the Ancient Demon Flesh. Beyond the pure enjoyment of flavor, he had cooked the Soul Power in the flesh as a seasoning. If one were to swallow it raw, it would be impossible to absorb, but his cooking techniques, having Entered Dao, could integrate even Soul Power. The effect rivaled alchemy and was easier to absorb without side effects.

“Delicious, amazing!”

The middle-aged soldier’s eating sped up noticeably, devouring ravenously, barely paying attention enough to comment.

He could tell that the ability to cook Ancient Demon Flesh into such a rare delicacy was no ordinary skill—it was comparable to some high-tier alchemical Immortal Masters.

“Don’t rush, there’s plenty more.”

Li Hao watched him eat and couldn’t help but laugh.

As a chef, the best compliment a diner could give was to devour the food ravenously, which brought him a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

The two focused solely on eating, wolfing down their portions.

As chunks of Ancient Demon Flesh entered their stomachs, Li Hao felt as though his Primordial Spirit was ablaze, a scorching sensation coursing through him. The power accumulation spiraling within his Primordial Spirit had nowhere to release, and ultimately, like breaking out of a shell, condensed into a golden vein of energy.

Li Hao noticed a second golden vein gradually manifesting within his Primordial Spirit.

As the vein took form, he distinctly felt his Primordial Spirit growing more robust. His thinking became sharper, and his Divine Sense’s reach expanded significantly.

“If this cultivation continues like this, perhaps I’ll be able to reach the Primordial Spirit Final Realm.”

Li Hao thought to himself, a thrilling intuition stirring in his heart.

In a previous clash, the Supreme Saint had already cultivated their Primordial Spirit, which left little room for Li Hao’s to show its superiority. Yet, Li Hao knew the true strength of a powerful Primordial Spirit—if he faced someone who hadn’t reached the Primordial Spirit Extreme Realm, killing their Divine Soul would be as effortless as snapping fingers.

Before long, the prepared Ancient Demon Flesh was divided and devoured entirely by Li Hao and the middle-aged soldier.

The two were left with greasy mouths but wore expressions of bliss, still craving more.

“I didn’t expect you could truly turn Ancient Demon into a peerless delicacy.”

The middle-aged soldier patted his stomach and regarded Li Hao with astonishment.

Not only had his taste buds been thoroughly indulged, but his Primordial Spirit also benefited. Years of battle had left his Primordial Spirit somewhat drained and riddled with hidden scars, yet this moment brought noticeable healing.

If he ate more, he felt he might even return to his peak—or perhaps ascend further!

If left to his own devices, he would have merely devoured Ancient Demon Flesh raw, which would lead to indigestion and be entirely meaningless. Even roasting it thoroughly wouldn’t help—he’d still get no significant results.

“The physique of the Ancient Demon is rather unique, but it’s just another ingredient, albeit a more challenging one to handle.”

Li Hao explained with a grin.

If his cooking hadn’t Entered Dao, he might not have been able to turn it into a delicacy at all.

Such top-grade ingredients were far harder to process than dragon meat or Phoenix Blood. If the preparation weren’t done properly, eating it might even result in poisoning—not only failing to become a gourmet dish but bringing harmful effects instead.

The middle-aged soldier looked at Li Hao with a mixed expression. Earlier, he had hoped Li Hao would leave quickly to avoid the dangers here. But now, he wanted him to stay—after tasting such supreme cuisine, he felt reluctant to let him go.

Still, he said nothing. If Li Hao truly chose to leave, he would not stop him.

This ancient road was simply too despair-inducing.

“Senior, do you play chess?”

After finishing the meal, Li Hao stretched and casually asked the middle-aged soldier.

The man froze momentarily, chess?

His thoughts grew hazy; playing instruments, chess, painting, and other leisure pursuits were memories from a long, long time ago.

Here, amid the endless battles against Ancient Demons, his body and mind only retained instinctive responses for slaughter.

“I’ve long forgotten.”

He shook his head.

Li Hao seemed disappointed and could only set up his fishing lines. Earlier, when Ancient Demons came rushing over and touched his lines, he had managed to reap a fair amount of Fishing Experience.

Once the lines were laid out, Li Hao continued painting—the only pastime he could enjoy here.

“You’re not planning to leave?”

The middle-aged soldier watched Li Hao and couldn’t help but ask.

Li Hao shook his head and smiled, “If I leave, obtaining top-quality ingredients like these will become much harder.”

The middle-aged soldier was startled for a moment, then burst into laughter, his gaze at Li Hao softening.

He couldn’t discern whether Li Hao’s words were genuine, but this perilous place filled him with faint hope at the thought of Li Hao staying.

After all, countless years had passed, and he felt immensely lonely.

“I’ll withdraw my Divine Blood and rest for now.”

The middle-aged soldier said, his flesh and muscle receding, revealing pale bones.

Li Hao nodded.

He continued painting, sketching the Ancient Demon Corpses. Soon, he amassed substantial experience.

Initially, he used these experiences to assess an opponent’s strength, but since these Ancient Demons were dead, the experience gained could no longer serve as a reference.

However, as he painted corpse after corpse, completing a grand mural of clustered Ancient Demon Corpses, Li Hao’s Artistic Path Experience surged close to Perfection.

With time passing, Li Hao alternated between resting when tired and cooking Ancient Demon Corpses when hungry.

After exhausting the Second-Order Ancient Demons’ remnants, he moved on to feasting on the remaining Third-Rank Ancient Demons.

Whenever Li Hao completed a dish of Ancient Demon Flesh, the middle-aged soldier awoke to share the meal with him.

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