Within the Swordgod Star ruins.
Li Tianming, Li Wudi, Lin Xiaodao, and the powerful members of the Lin Clan ancestral hall surrounded Feng Qingyoumeng in a circle.
Everyone stared at her.
"Speak. What secrets does Meng Ying have? What weaknesses?" Li Tianming asked bluntly.
He knew Meng Ying had set their sights on Weisheng Moran. On top of that, they had suffered a huge loss on the Sun last time—Meng Ying would definitely settle this score.
Their sending Li Fan to capture Li Tianming in the Otherworld Abyss showed that they were biting down and refusing to let go.
Feng Qingyoumeng, white as snow from head to toe, gritted her teeth.
"Speak!" Li Tianming barked, showing her no courtesy.
"..."
Feng Qingyoumeng shrank back in fright. She gritted her teeth and steadied herself. In the end, she said faintly, "During your last battle with them, quite a few of their 'Demonic Infants' were destroyed, causing their cultivation to regress and their flesh and blood to wither. You should be able to guess some of it."
"Then tell us the specifics," Li Tianming said.
"The specifics are... they are actually nearing the limit between life and death. But in order to fight against the Heavenly Dao, in order to keep living, long before I was born, they cultivated together a peerless demonic art of unknown origin," Feng Qingyoumeng said.
"A peerless demonic art?"
For someone of Feng Qingyoumeng's standing to describe this technique that way, it was clearly no simple matter.
"Yes! It is called the 'Eggstar Demonic Art,'" Feng Qingyoumeng said.
That name made everyone's balls ache just hearing it.
"Go on," Li Tianming said.
"This is a technique specifically for cultivating the seventh astral organ. It was not created by our Illusion Heaven Clan, and I do not know