Within the secret realm, the blizzard grew fiercer. Profound Cold Qi howled through the mountain ravines, while countless ice crystals came crashing down.
Even Ye Yunxuan and Chu Yanqing at the side could not help but drastically change expression.
The Purple Eye Cold Eagle, however, was not particularly surprised, because it had already immersed itself within it.
Cultivators' cultivation techniques and the Demon Race's Breathing Methods were still vastly different.
But this was an immortal scripture before it. For the Purple Eye Cold Eagle, it had to determine whether this was the only opportunity it would ever have in its life.
If it succeeded in studying it and adapting it into its Breathing Method, then perhaps in the future, not only could it undergo Spirit Transformation and become a saint, it might even become a Demon Venerable.
As time passed, the auras of the several people altering their cultivation techniques grew increasingly elusive and unstable.
The next moment, with a bang, one clan member was the first to spit out blood. His face instantly turned deathly pale, and he could no longer withstand the cold qi. He failed.
With the first failure, the others soon began to fail one after another as well.
Their faces could not help but dim, but after failing, each accepted a Forget Dust Pill from Ye Yunxuan and Chu Yanqing.
This was, after all, an immortal scripture. Failing to change cultivation successfully could, first, leave behind a knot in the heart, and second, risk leaking its secrets.
Rather than that, it was better to forget the immortal scripture and forget everything.
That way, even when cultivating other techniques, they would still retain courage that could not be stopped.
"There is no need to dwell on it. This immortal scripture is exceedingly demanding of cultivators. Even