Pheobe Lets Go of Her Grudge

As the words left his mouth, Li Ke observed the two of them. Only two breaths had passed, yet they had become spirited and full of energy, showing no signs of fatigue, as if their defeat at Li Lin's hands had been nothing but an illusion.

He could not help clicking his tongue inwardly. The Cycle Sect's Life and Death Sutras truly deserved their reputation as the most profound Immortal Sutras in the paths of Qi Refinement and Body Refinement.

The two of them were also astonished by what Li Ke had said.

Zhou Jie—the immortal root that immortals had learned of only through Heavenly Secrets Calculation, said to appear only at the universe's final calamity and extend its lifespan for another age.

It had actually manifested in the Human World as the external spiritual root of a mere Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Could your master be Doumu Yuanjun?" Wude asked.

Doumu Yuanjun was the mother of all stars. So long as she existed, the stars would never face their final calamity.

Naturally, Zhou Jie's destined fate would never come to pass.

It was said that the immortal root would only follow the cultivator who erased its destined fate. Only Doumu Yuanjun could make it manifest ahead of time.

"That is correct," Li Lin said.

Seeing Wude's jaw nearly drop, Li Lin wondered what his reaction would be if he knew Doumu Yuanjun herself was right here—and had even praised him for being perceptive.

Pheobe, meanwhile, felt inferior.

Li Lin was an immortal's disciple, while although she was a direct descendant of an immortal's bloodline, she was already seven or eight generations removed. On top of that, she was half-demon, with extremely obvious demonic traits.

In an instant, she lost her confidence and no longer dared look at Li Lin.

"Li