"The Grim Reaper's Hand is more powerful; we should still focus on using it as the primary weapon!"

The value of the Grim Reaper's power isn't determined by the part of the body it's attached to. For example, the Grim Reaper's Hand isn't just the hand of a Grim Reaper; it's responsible for gathering the dead, refining the marks of the deceased, and unleashing the power of the Grim Reaper. In terms of ability, it's the most valuable part of the entire Grim Reaper's power. The Grim Reaper's Heart, on the other hand, is primarily responsible for maintaining the cycle of reincarnation, deepening his understanding of life and death, and striving to make him a true Grim Reaper.

Jiang Yuan felt the heartbeat of the Grim Reaper, and the only way to unify the two at present was to cast the mark of the dead.

"Since we'll be unified sooner or later anyway, we might as well gather the power of death now that we're not in a hurry to use the Mark of the Dead!"

This is an inevitable process, but his only worry is that excessive consumption will lead to insufficient Dead Marks.

After Nancheng left, he only had 15 million Dead Marks left. He invested the rest into Soul Devouring. These 15 million were the rewards he received for helping those undead fulfill their will to die—to kill the Demon Lord.

The marks of the 100,000 dead are like silver needles thrown into water, unable to create even the slightest ripple.

"Not enough, have more!"

The number quickly surpassed 500,000! But neither the Hand of Death nor the Heart of Death reacted, as if they didn't care about these Marks of the Dead at all.

"I knew this would be the outcome!"

Jiang Yuan had been mentally prepared, but he still couldn't resist when he actually saw the two big eaters.

The mark of one million dead!

The Heart of Death finally reacted a little, but the Hand of Death remained unmoved, a seasoned veteran!

"Now that we've started, there's no turning back!" Jiang Yuan continued to increase his investment: three million, five million, seven million... The changes in the numbers alarmed Jiang Yuan.

Finally, when the number reached ten million, the Hand of Death and the Heart of Death established a connection.

He raised his head, and the phantom of death behind him, visible only to him, became increasingly solid, while the outline of his face, shrouded in black robes, began to emerge—his original appearance!

"I am Death!"

Jiang Yuan murmured in a daze.

"Are you alright?" Bu Yao thought Jiang Yuan had gone mad, so she waved her hand in front of his eyes.

"Yao'er!"

Jiang Yuan opened his eyes, his eyes filled with intense excitement. "I know where the Imperial Bloodline is!"

"I thought you were taking a nap!" Bu Yao seemed surprised. She had genuinely thought Jiang Yuan was resting when she saw him meditating, so she didn't disturb him and let him sit for three or four hours.

"Come with me!"

Jiang Yuan slowly unfolded the Divine Wings on his back. No, they can no longer be called Divine Wings, because since being tainted by the aura of the Demon God Body, the Demon God Marks have climbed onto the Divine Wings. In addition, after being eroded by the True Soul of the Demon Path, the Divine Wings have become the Holy Demon Wings.

Unfortunately, without the Heavenly Eye, he could only slowly explore the abilities of the Holy Demon Wings.

“It’s a bit far, let me take you there!” Jiang Yuan asked Bu Yao for her opinion.

Previously, a single Blade Spirit Ancestral Land was the size of a prefecture-level city, let alone the Holy Spirit Ancestral Land. If one were to delve into its size, it might even rival that of a medium-sized country.

"Your wings seem to be a kind of talent recorded in our historical records?" Bu Yao curiously walked around behind Jiang Yuan, then spread her hands and touched one wing. "It's a pity they're energy wings. If they were physical wings, they would definitely be more comfortable and more beautiful!"

"What kind of aesthetic sense do you have? These physical wings are nowhere near as good as energy wings. Besides, I'm a human, not a birdman!" Jiang Yuan retorted with a wry smile.

“Who says having wings makes you a birdman? Long ago, there was a legend within our Holy Demon Clan that the true Holy Demon Clan members had wings. It was our racial talent, but unfortunately, this racial talent was lost after the division into three thousand clans!” Bu Yao said regretfully.

"Come, I'll take you to find the Imperial Vein first. Then, when someone comes, we'll find out the inheritance point of the Holy Spirit Ancestral Land. At that time, we'll go straight for the Holy Divine Vein!"

After listening to Jiang Yuan's words, Bu Yao stood timidly in front of him. Every time the two hugged, she felt a little helpless, even though they had been living together for five years.

Jiang Yuan pulled the person into his arms, then deliberately said, "Let's fly slower. On the way, tell me about the Holy Spirit Ancestral Land so we can make plans to obtain the Holy Divine Vein!"

After establishing a connection between the Hand of Death and the Heart of Death, he already considered the Holy Vein as his own, and now all he needed to do was find its location.