"Don't listen to his nonsense. In our Spirit Realm, there has never been any cultivation technique or divine ability capable of countering the Demonic Nether Mist. Over countless tens of thousands of years, who knows how many mighty experts from the Three Realms came to our Cang Yan Realm and entered the Sea of Demonic Souls? Yet only a handful were able to leave safely.
Even those who made it out did not resist the Demonic Nether Mist with any divine ability or other means. Most of them merely relied on powerful soul-healing pills to tough it out. If there truly were some cultivation technique or divine ability that could withstand the Demonic Nether Mist, the Fengyang Clan could not possibly be unaware of it."
While Liyang was racking his brains over what Qin Fengming had said, Jiang Miaorou's lovely face turned cold, and she spoke icily.
Though Jiang Miaorou's words were cold, her heart was not as calm as her expression. She had suddenly understood the meaning behind what Liyang had said earlier.
Although she possessed some pills that had a certain effect on the Demonic Nether Mist, she knew full well that those pills would be of little use to Immortal Fairy Si Rong in her current condition.
Even if Immortal Fairy Si Rong was not attacked by the Demonic Nether Mist within her body again, Jiang Miaorou was not confident she could completely cure her injuries and illness.
Immortal Fairy Si Rong's injuries and illness had flared up again after her fierce battle with the young cultivator before them. Jiang Miaorou had even less confidence that she could restore her to health.
Yet the exchange between Liyang and the young man had suddenly stirred Jiang Miaorou's heart.
This young cultivator, who had not shown even the slightest