He must have seen the ingratiating smiles on our faces, because his panting gradually came to a stop. After all, gulping down spiritual energy like that was hardly dignified, especially with a great beauty watching.
"Final God..." the Final God Sect Master asked cautiously. Although the man looked somewhat different from the figure in the painting, immortals aged as the years passed, and even more so in a place like the Demon Realm.
The Two Poles World was different from the Nine Heavens. Its spiritual energy was inherently unsuitable for living creatures to grow in, because its source was the demonic energy of Heaven-Piercing Mountain diluted into spiritual energy. How could diluted poison be called a beneficial aura? The more mortals inhaled, the faster they would die.
Of course, it was much like taking drugs. If cultivators did not absorb this spiritual energy, they could not mutate because of it. Only by transforming their bodies and raising their cultivation accordingly could their lifespans increase. That was the only way to coexist with the spiritual energy—or even rise above it.
But if one's cultivation could never rise above the level of the harmful spiritual energy, and one originally possessed the cultivation of the Immortal Ascension Realm before coming to the Demon Realm, where one could not survive at that level, then one's cultivation would decline to the Feather Transformation Realm for lack of suitable spiritual energy.
Then, being stuck in the Feather Transformation Realm, one's body would be corroded and eroded by the aura of the Demon Realm, which meant one would continue to age.
Sure enough, when he looked at his own hands, disbelief was written all over the Final God Sect Master's face. He scanned the surrounding area and cried out in anguish, "How could this happen? How could