Now, it almost seemed the other way around.
Aside from the Cultivation Resources the Divine Temple had given the young man in exchange for the demons he had slain, all it had provided was a little Incense Wish Power.
And he had obtained most of even that through his own efforts.
Yet what the young man had given them was a road to the heavens, one that led almost straight to the end of cultivation.
At that moment, a powerful sense of guilt welled up in Chen Tai and the Divine Temple Ancestor.
Noticing their expressions change, Luo Yi patted each of them on the shoulder and let the subject drop.
Lately, he had had a faint premonition.
The demons of the Ten Thousand Demon Lair had been acting strangely. It was as though the Demon Ancestors had received an order to remain at their posts and could not leave.
Anyone capable of making those violent Demon Ancestors obediently follow orders could not be simple.
As his Martial Dao cultivation rose, Luo Yi felt he was gradually drawing closer to the truth of the world.
The Dao Alliance's behavior also struck him as unusual.
Its leader spent every day shut inside the sect, researching ways to prolong his life. He almost never came down the mountain, yet he devoted himself to training Leng Ningshuang, the Dao Alliance's Senior Sister. Clearly, he had something planned.
Luo Yi found that approach deeply strange.
If it were him, he would rather place his hopes in himself.
Could the Cultivation Resources on this continent be so limited that warriors in the Combining Dao Realm or Great Vehicle Realm could advance no further, leaving them only to wait for their Lifespans to run out?
He could not accept an end like that.
With the system