Published: March 2, 2025
Chapter 165: Dark Thoughts
At this moment, several beams of escape light soared into the sky, radiating the powerful spiritual pressure of foundation establishment stage cultivators. Among them, one beam of light was particularly strong; it was Li Bùtóng, a late-stage foundation establishment cultivator and disciple of Master Changfeng.
The situation was urgent, and disregarding the rule against flying in the spiritual herb garden, several foundation establishment cultivators, along with quick-reacting qi refinement stage disciples, rapidly headed towards the ground.
"All disciples, listen up! Return to the ground with us and face the enemy cultivators!"
"Those who hesitate in battle will be executed on the spot!"
Liu Yu, dressed in a black robe, commanded the wind to rise without a breeze, and his entire body released spiritual pressure without reservation.
His cold gaze swept across the surrounding qi refinement stage disciples, and no one dared to meet his eyes. He repeated his orders once more.
The originally hesitant disciples, hearing this, quickly controlled their magical artifacts and rushed downwards. Facing the enemy cultivators was risky, but staying here would only lead to accusations of cowardice, with no chance of survival.
The Yuan Yang Sect had strict punishments for those who fled in battle, and such situations were absolutely intolerable. The leader had the authority to execute them publicly, and in severe cases, even their masters and relatives could face consequences.
Liu Yu’s eyes flickered slightly, as he harbored some dark thoughts. He didn’t want too many cultivators left in the spiritual herb garden, so he urged everyone to leave.
After about four or five breaths, seeing that most people in the spiritual herb garden had departed and only three spiritual plant cultivators, who did not need to join the front lines, remained, Liu Yu took out the Mother-Child Soul Pursuing Blade and sped towards the surface.
The spiritual plant cultivators who managed such a large third-grade herb garden were naturally not of low professional rank, all reaching at least second-tier standards. Although their cultivation was slightly lower, they were still considered rare talents, hence did not need to fight on the front lines.
Liu Yu could plant the same spiritual herbs and make them survive, but it was due to the uniqueness of the Immortal Abode and did not require much skill. After interacting with various spiritual herbs for over ten to twenty years, he could at most achieve the level of a lower-tier spiritual plant cultivator.
Even so, he did not plan to pursue learning in this area.
Every cultivator's energy is limited, and with his ordinary aptitude, he could not afford to be careless even with the Immortal Abode’s aid. His main focus should be on improving his realm and strength, which is why he was studying alchemical pill refining.
With the Immortal Abode as a support, the help from spiritual plant cultivation for him was limited. After all, the spiritual herbs were grown in the black spiritual farmland within the Immortal Abode, and so far, there had not been any kind of spiritual herb that he could not grow.
It was said that thousands of years ago, an exceptionally talented "Great Yan God" had hoped to break through and ascend, but due to distractions, he delayed his cultivation and ultimately died with regrets.
Later, cultivators wrote a biography for the "Great Yan God," placing it in the sect’s Scripture Vault to warn future generations.
“Boom boom!”
As Liu Yu just exited the staircase passage, he heard a series of tremendous rumbling sounds.
He silently activated the techniques recorded in the art of spirit preservation, expanding his spiritual consciousness silently to cover both inside and outside the black water extreme wind formation.
Everything within a four-mile radius was as clear as the palm of his hand—every detail visible. Even late-stage foundation establishment cultivators with stronger spiritual consciousness than Liu Yu had not noticed it, unless faced by a golden core master. This was the profound mystery of the “art of spirit preservation.”