The other high-level cultivators echoed him one after another, their expressions full of mockery.
Among them, some had long since been mostly corroded by Gu Worms, their minds on the verge of blurring, knowing only to increase their strength. Some clearly knew the dangers of Gu Worms, yet were blinded by the temptation of power and willingly took the risk. Others had been coerced by the breeders and had no choice but to rely on Gu Worms; they had long since had no path of retreat.
Lin Taichu looked at them and said no more useless words. These people had long since had their heads turned by strength, or had sunk deep into the mire and could no longer pull themselves free. Any further persuasion would only be futile.
His gaze fell on the stone altar in the center of the stone platform, and he had already made his decision.
Chaotian Gate's reputation was growing greater and greater. In the future, there would surely be more cultivators coming in search of a method to ascend. Ignorant and unsuspecting, they would only become nourishment for the breeders, have their Soul Power devoured by the Spirit Devouring Gu, and ultimately end up dead in both body and Dao, reduced to puppets.
If he wanted to stop all this, the only way was to completely destroy these Gu Worm culture vessels and cut off the source from which the Spirit Devouring Gu were bred.
Lin Taichu hesitated no longer. The Soul Power in his body instantly circulated to its peak, and a faint purple halo rose around him.
He tightened his grip on the Purple Gold Gourd, pouring Soul Power madly through his fingertips. The mouth of the gourd opened slightly, and a stream of Nanming Lihuo, condensed from all his strength and