"Good. Leave the rest to me."
The Winged Human Ancestor strode forward and pressed his index finger against the forehead of the head. A scene saturated with hatred flowed through his fingertip and into his mind.
The Human Race had very short lifespans.
Nearly all the experts of ten thousand races in the Immortal Cultivation World knew this. Aside from the handful of powerful figures who had broken through their limits, the vast majority relied on the 'Reincarnation Technique' to sustain their lives.
In the Winged Human Ancestor's eyes, Chen Luo's divine abilities might have been formidable, but he was still bound by the lifespan limits shared by all Human Race cultivators. Those limits meant Human Race Immortal Cultivators possessed far less experience and foundation than their foreign-race counterparts. At the same realm, he had never feared competing with the Human Race in spirit.
"The life experiences within the Corpse Dissolution Dao are nothing more than scenes of tempering the spirit and extracting from the flesh."
The Winged Human Ancestor opened his eyes, his face brimming with confidence.
Then he froze at the original spot.
Before him lay a blood-red world. The sky and ground were all bloody water, while the invading fragment of the Winged Human Ancestor's consciousness stood atop a stone tablet at the center of the Blood Sea.
Kill! Kill! Kill!!
The killing intent that soared into the heavens made the Winged Human Ancestor wonder whether he had come to the wrong place.
Why was a Corpse Dissolution Dao cultivator's Origin a Blood Sea?!
The Winged Human Ancestor could not understand the sight before him at all. In his understanding, Corpse Dissolution Dao Immortal Cultivators were extreme cultivators who abandoned their physical bodies. They primarily cultivated the spirit, while the flesh was merely the final shackle that