Outer Dao Puppets had no lifespan.
The truth was that the Outer Dao Puppets trapped by those thick city walls had no life at all.
They were merely empty shells affected by the Outer Dao, devoid of any consciousness.
More than a hundred Outer Dao Puppets had lingered at the foot of those towering, cloud-piercing walls for over seventeen thousand years.
They had all once been villagers here.
They had loved ones, and they had feelings.
They had once been living, breathing people.
But their loved ones had long since turned to yellow earth over those seventeen thousand years.
By now, the world had long forgotten them.
And they had become...
Things.
Standing above the heavens, Chen Yan watched everything unfolding within the walls.
Those Outer Dao monsters began attacking one another like wild beasts.
They tore into one another and devoured each other.
In just over four hours, the hundred-odd Outer Dao monsters had dwindled to a single one.
That Outer Dao monster's belly bulged like a balloon filled with water.
With every step it took toward the wall, its swollen belly quivered with the momentum of its movements.
Again and again.
Until it stood before the wall.
"Hssrrr..."
A shrill, hoarse roar issued from its throat.
At the same time, its belly swelled larger and larger, reaching nearly ten times its previous size—
Black sludge exploded across the sky.
The sludge writhed, then began to divide and grow.
Several hours later, hundreds of Outer Dao Puppets appeared within the walls once more.
Then they continued tearing into and devouring one another...
Again and again.
Over and over.
Through mutual devouring followed by division, the Outer Dao Puppets grew ever more numerous and ever stronger.
But...
The monsters they ultimately became were completely different from Immortal Cultivators.
Through those