The Heavenly Sacrifice Sect's evil arts could turn cultivators without spiritual roots into Golden Core cultivators, even Nascent Soul cultivators. Could they not help a Golden Core cultivator break through to the Nascent Soul realm?
If he reached the Nascent Soul realm again, Fu Shennong could even live another four or five thousand years.
If, during those four or five thousand years, he found another opportunity to break through, perhaps he could reach the height that had been beyond his grasp all his life—Spirit Transformation.
By then, his lifespan could exceed ten thousand years.
Was this method not hundreds of times better than simply devouring Chemazhi?
And he would not need to bear enormous risks or the agony of being driven to death.
Fu Shennong had plotted for more than ten years for this day.
His heart thudded wildly, as though it were about to burst through his chest and abdomen.
The corner of his mouth had only just curled upward when a faint sound abruptly startled him.
Fu Shennong's expression changed, and he shouted sharply toward the cave entrance, "Who's there?! Sneaking around like a ghost—get out here!"
Wenge appeared in black fitted clothes, one hand gripping the sword at his waist. He sneered. "You spent your whole life skulking about like a ghost, yet now you have the nerve to use those words to curse someone else."
"It's you?" Fu Shennong narrowed his eyes. There was not much surprise in them when he saw Wenge. "You've been following behind me ever since entering the swamp forest. Have you finally dared to reveal your purpose?"
Wenge said faintly, "That's right. I waited more than twenty years, and I finally got the chance to seek justice."
"Justice?" Fu Shennong seemed to have heard something amusing. The mockery and ridicule in