I Just Want to Quietly Lie Low as a Cultivator
Chapter 1811

Memory

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The Great Hall, black snowflakes still drifted down in a flurry.

The bone curtain hung silently, as if concealing an endless, unfathomable abyss.

Behind the curtain, the Lord of Black City sat on the throne. The jeweled crown cast a gentle glow over his ink-black eyes, cold as frost.

Absorbing yang energy...

The City Lord's expression remained placid, utterly unchanged.

Absorbing the yang energy of the living to strengthen themselves was a common practice among low-level Ghostly Beings.

But for beings like them, born powerful from the Ancestor Tree, they only needed to remain in the netherworld to grow stronger without end!

Those mortals, who lived and died in the blink of an eye like mayflies, were ultimately nothing more than blood offerings, born of heaven and earth for the strong to consume...

Of course, none of that mattered right now!

Punishment Immortal Official "Li Qian" was right. For a human who dared to trespass into the netherworld, turn back while there, and even come here to provoke them, death—or tortures that tormented both body and soul—was completely useless!

Such a living being had a heart of iron and would never yield, no matter how many times they were broken. Before coming here, that human had already prepared to die!

Only by destroying his will and utterly trampling the "Dao" in his heart could they truly make that human wish for life but be unable to live, wish for death but be unable to die!

And absorbing that human's yang energy...

The human trapped in the [Realm of No Life] was undergoing the [Ten Directions Profound Origin Tribulation], and the other's Yin Yang Derivation incarnation possessed an exceedingly profound and wondrous power, one that even made him feel an inexplicable shiver of unease!

Given the weakness of the other's people,

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