Better to Go Home

"What was the outcome?"

Aaron set down his spirit tea and asked the most crucial question.

"Several third-rank demon beasts with extremely long lifespans were all wiped out. Even a third-rank 'Longlife Turtle' perished within the formation..."

The beautiful female shopkeeper gave a light laugh. "This concubine suspects those Nascent Soul demon beasts may even have intended to use the formation to nurture a Demon King. They simply never expected that the formation only drained lifespan without increasing cultivation... In the end, even a fourth-rank aberrant species made a tentative attempt to enter the grand formation and did manage to retreat unscathed... But the moment it emerged, it had aged several times over. There was simply not enough time to explore the Northern Dipper Hall, though it did retrieve the relics of our sect's Core Formation cultivator and North Sea Wanderer... thus triggering yet another Nascent Soul battle."

That fourth-rank Nascent Soul demon beast that dared enter the formation was most likely an exceptionally long-lived kind even among demon beasts. Its true form might even have been an old turtle... Yet after only a moment, it nearly died of old age within the formation...

Aaron pondered for a moment.

He felt that he ought to live longer than a Longlife Turtle, right?

Perhaps... he could give it a try?

But it's still too dangerous... And quite a few Nascent Soul old monsters have already tried during this period. Who knows how many eyes are fixed on that place?

I'd better wait a few hundred or a thousand years, until the fuss dies down, then return after forming my Nascent Soul.

With that thought, a sigh appeared on his face. "It seems... this opportunity was never something Core Formation cultivators like us could hope for. This is the tea money. Farewell."