Cultivating with Top Enlightenment

Chapter 367 - 195: What the Ancient Saint Couldn’t Achieve, I, Ning Qi, Have Achieved_2

"With this Ten Thousand Paths Nirvana Technique, from now on I can completely remove the Life Poison from the Spiritual Qi I absorb, not having to endure the suffering of Life Poison like others. It’s a pity that only I know this method."The Ten Thousand Path Intent Realm is beyond human capabilities, but Ning Qi’s extraordinary comprehension allows him to achieve it by using one method to push a multitude, making it possible.heless, many martial sects and paths turned towards the Ancient Saints. Any sensible person realized something significant was about to happen; staying under the Great Yan Dynasty might yield nothing, but by siding with the Ancient Saints, one might receive firsthand information and partake in the benefits.

The world was in turmoil, with undercurrents surging.

In just over half a year, forces like the Demon Sect that once led the trend had vanished without a trace, leaving countless people amazed by the rapid changes.

And in a region overlooked by many.

The outskirts of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

A place shrouded in dense miasma.

Unique stilted houses stood there, with drum tower altars scattered amongst them adorned with decorations like ox horns and animal hides hanging in front of the buildings.

This was the true core of the Southern Border Alliance, unknown to outsiders. Those terrifying miasmas, if not properly resolved, warranted caution even to Celestial Human Realm experts. This was the survival capital that the Southern Border relied on, once occupied by the largest tribe, and after forming the alliance, it was donated as the Ancestral Land of the Southern Border.

But lately.

The atmosphere of the Southern Border Ancestral Land turned somewhat stagnant.

All because.

The Southern Border Saintess, Lan Yiyi, after a period of disappearance, was found to have a major issue!

When preparing to sacrifice her to the Gu God, it was discovered that Lan Yiyi had lost half her lifespan.

At the ancestral altar.

Powerful auras gathered around, all looking with hatred at the figure bound to the Dragon Trapping Frame at the center of the altar.

An elder of the Hong Clan, Hong Yan, shouted angrily:

"Lan Yiyi, you wench! Quickly tell us, where is the other half of your lifespan? If you delay the Gu God’s important matter, you’ll be the eternal sinner of our Southern Border!"

The Lan Yiyi on the Dragon Trapping Frame opened her eyes, glanced at him disdainfully:

"If you have the guts, kill me."

Hong Yan was furious.

Over these days, the alliance had used every means, but Lan Yiyi remained silent, until today when she was brought to the altar.

"Do you really think I do not dare to kill you?"

"If you dared, you would not have kept me alive until now over these months. I guess, if you kill me, then perhaps your great Gu God won’t be able to fully merge with the Blood Emperor Gu, right?" Lan Yiyi said nonchalantly, making everyone’s breath increasingly rapid.