That was the place where the Sacrificial Spirit, the Gourd Vine, resided.
It was a dilapidated garden. Although it was lush with vegetation and brimming with vitality, it gave off a sense of twilight.
Behind several collapsed courtyards grew a Gourd Vine.
It was the Sacrificial Spirit of Butian Pavilion, as well as a living being on the verge of death.
Yet with the collapsed courtyards all around and rubble piled up haphazardly, weeds growing everywhere, it was hard to imagine that this was the forbidden ground of an ancient pure land.
However, amid the ruin, there was a blazing divine light that flooded the rear courtyard, as though a powerful deity were seizing the essence of the sun and moon.
Yet behind that blazing curtain of light, the Gourd Vine's true body seemed strangely out of place with that imposing aura. Its entire body was withered, its leaves yellowing, without the slightest flicker of divine radiance, as though it were about to dry up and die.
"Little Friend Tuoba, may I ask if you have any method of saving our Sacrificial Spirit?" the Lord of Butian Pavilion asked. A trace of anticipation flashed through his eyes, as though he wanted to obtain a definite answer from Li Zhi.
However, Li Zhi disappointed him. He simply shook his head and said, "It is already at the end of its strength. Even if it were planted in a true Immortal Spring, it would not come back to life. Any living being that does not become an immortal spirit will eventually reach the end of its lifespan and return to oblivion."
"Even you have no way?" Xia Youyu asked from the side.
"There is a way. Unfortunately, you cannot do it, and neither can I at present. There is no point in