The spiritual energy was declining even faster than Zhou Yi had anticipated.
"Dan Ding Sect had ruled Yun Province for thousands of years. After generations of formation masters explored the matter, their confinement of spiritual energy had already reached its pinnacle."
For nearly thirty years, Zhou Yi had been studying Spirit Gathering Formations, hoping to strengthen their gathering effect and reduce dissipation.
Those who lived forever had to plan for the long term. Should the ancestral vein be damaged one day, or even collapse, the spirit veins founded upon it would dry up as well. When the age of declining Dharma arrived, every mouthful of spiritual energy would be worth more than gold.
"Dan Ding Sect is renowned for pill refinement, which happens to complement the Jade Dew Art, and it also possesses this formation inheritance..."
Zhou Yi only wished to be an easygoing man. Sects not only had countless rules, but entrants had to undergo aptitude testing, have their Mana entered into the registry, and formal disciples even had to leave behind Spirit Soul Jade Slips.
"I'll take one step at a time. It would be wonderful if I could obtain a Rogue Cultivator inheritance."
Given several thousand years, even Rogue Cultivators could bring all four cultivation arts to master level. Yet the upheaval at Little Dan Mountain had given Zhou Yi a faint sense of pressure.
Of the colleagues who had laughed and chatted with him only yesterday, who knew how many were still alive?
Liu Heng, the nephew in whom Senior Brother Liu had placed such high hopes, had been humble and mild-tempered, quick-minded and eager to learn. Zhou Yi had thought highly of his Dao Path.
Zhou Yi sighed. Senior Brother Liu had now exhausted his lifespan; before his death, he surely had been unable to