With the base of mortals reduced, those who possessed Spirit Roots and could learn witchcraft decreased even more sharply. Though their inheritance had not been cut off, the decline of witchcraft seemed already irreversible.
Yet the Ink Moon Tribe refused to accept it.
At the time, the few great Witchers with the deepest cultivation who had fled to the Kui Yin Mountain Range gathered together to discuss whether there was any room to turn things around.
Yet reversing the heavens was never easy. They thought of countless countermeasures, but in the end, all of them ended in failure. Almost at the moment of despair, one Witcher thought of an ancient legend.
In an even more remote era, a heaven-defying spirit medicine had once appeared in the Cultivation World, capable of remolding the meridians and cleansing the marrow, allowing ordinary people to possess Spirit Roots as well.
It was said that when it had first appeared, it had caused all the great sects to scramble for it like mad. But very quickly, it sank into obscurity again. The reason was nothing else: this spirit medicine had two flaws.
First, although it could allow ordinary mortals to possess Spirit Roots, the quality of those Spirit Roots was far too poor. Even with great effort, most people could only reach the peak of the Spirit Movement Stage at most. Such low-level disciples were naturally nothing but tasteless chicken ribs to famous, major sects.
Second, refining this spirit pill required many rare medicinal ingredients. Although they were not impossible to gather, the return always felt unworthy of the effort.
Thus, this spirit medicine was soon discarded like weeds and vanished without a trace from the Cultivation World.
Fortunately, the pill formula had, in the end, been passed down.
As the saying went, when illness