Li Chang'an's warning fell on deaf ears for Yin Ling and the others.
They did not care in the slightest. Rather than stopping the yin qi from entering their bodies, they deliberately absorbed it.
"Fellow Daoist Li, you may not know this, but my Cultivation Method is related to yin qi. I need to cultivate year-round in places dense with yin qi."
True Lord Yin Ling smiled easily and waved a hand, blasting apart an Early-Tier 4 monster and turning it into a churning mass of yin qi.
Afterward, he circulated his Cultivation Method and actively drew in the yin qi.
Most of the other Nascent Soul Old Devils did the same.
Seeing this,
Yao Lanqin and her younger brother exchanged glances with Ning Qingliu, traces of doubt flashing through all their eyes.
"Senior Sister, some of the Nether Prison Sect's Cultivation Methods do restrain yin qi, but the yin qi here is somewhat unusual. Can they really absorb it?"
"I do not know either. Let us watch—"
Ning Qingliu wore a thoughtful expression, her willow brows twitching slightly as she observed the changes in Yin Ling and the others.
After only a few breaths,
all the yin qi monsters had been slain. Not a single one remained alive.
"What dense yin qi. If I refine all of it, it would at least equal more than half a year of cultivation."
True Lord Yin Ling was in high spirits as he circulated his Cultivation Method and refined the yin qi he had absorbed with all his strength.
As time passed, the smile on his face gradually vanished, replaced by a hint of gravity. He seemed to have discovered that something was wrong.
Li Chang'an asked him, "Fellow Daoist Yin Ling, why are you no longer smiling?"
"I—"
True Lord Yin