Ignite

Inside the space filled with Chaos Mist, the master consciousness of Wang Ming was currently very conflicted.

Truly conflicted.

He debated whether or not he should take some of the "Three Corpses Severing Method".

This was the supreme cultivation method of the Immortal Dao, without a single exception.

The "Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art" Wang Ming had obtained previously claimed it could allow one to cultivate to a saint, but that thing was simply unreliable.

This was because the one who created the art had never used this method to become a saint.

He had not even been able to achieve the cultivation of a quasi-sage.

At most, a Grand Luo Golden Immortal was the absolute limit.

Yet the "Three Corpses Severing Method" was genuinely a cultivation method that could lead to becoming a saint.

With such a cultivation method placed right before him, how could Wang Ming not be moved?

The temptation was simply too intense.

It was so intense that even Wang Ming, whose desires were as faint as water, could not withstand it.

This matter was just like a little squirrel seeing pine nuts, a cat seeing a dried fish, a simpering loyal follower seeing a goddess...

What an immense temptation this cultivation method was to those who practiced cultivation!

Yet fucking hell, it was poisonous!

Having traversed the Myriad Worlds, Wang Ming understood one truth, which was that treating the natives of a world like idiots would make one an idiot.

Helping Queen Mother guard the heavenly law was simply too difficult.

In the end, Wang Ming let out a long sigh.

Over the ruins of the Jade Pool Palace,

Long Teng with difficulty shifted his gaze away from the jade slip of the "Three Corpses Severing Method" in his hand, then said, "Your Ladyship jests.