"This is the Immortal Spirit Land, the best environment for us to transform our bodies. Of course, after the transformation, the energy in our bodies will surge explosively, making us even more delicious to them." I looked at everyone and continued.
"Yitian, stop talking about it. I'd rather let them kill me than be eaten alive like that." Sun Chongyang grimaced, but his eyes shifted toward Shang Wanqiu. He had probably remembered the horrifying sight of Shang Wanqiu having her hands and feet eaten earlier.
Shang Wanqiu flew into a rage and glared furiously at Sun Chongyang. Sun Chongyang hurriedly turned his head away. There was no denying it—being eaten alive really was a form of torture.
"I heard the cultivation technique is actually from ancient times. Heh, looks like these demons have a history of this. They're dead set on eating us." Official Zhao laughed.
Yuan Ci looked at me and said with a grin, "What should we do, then? Yitian, you're the sharpest one here. You have to save everyone, right? Otherwise, I'll go up and negotiate with that giant demon. I'll preach Buddhism to it and see if I can convert it."
"That works too. Go up there and tell it about the boundless Buddha Dharma, great freedom, turning back from the wrong path, and so on. Maybe it'll work." I rolled my eyes at him, then walked toward the ancient characters carved into every layer after careful consideration. I could still translate these characters. Even if I couldn't, Official Zhao could.
Yuan Ci rubbed his bald head and smiled obsequiously. "Forget it. I don't understand ancient languages. What if it mistakes me for a fly and swats me to death?"
Yin Ge and the remaining six Nine-Yang Realm cultivators also hoped I had a way to