Demise

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Yuan subconsciously looked towards Luo Xiran.

He was curious about what methods she might use to detect Chi Feng might have left behind.

Although Luo Xiran was a saint ten thousand years ago, she now doesn't even have a real physical body, except for the memories and experiences of a saint.

Moreover, compared to Yuchu, the Charm God Tree Spirit, Luo Xiran can only be considered a spirit of the artifact, and the fungal carpet is controlled by the properties of the Blood God Stone.

One is the spirit of a living being, and the other is the spirit of an inanimate object; they are fundamentally different from Yuchu, who can use the Dao Domain.

As for her current body?

The principle is basically the same as when 'Qi' transformed into Li Qingyan's appearance.

The only difference is that one body is constructed from the flesh and blood of the original Strange Ghost, while the other is made from the fungus that accompanies the Strange Ghost.

As a former Mortal Shedding Strange Ghost, Xu Yuan knew the Black Death Fungal Mat all too well.

It is simply a byproduct of the Strange Ghost, a scrap to enhance Strange Ghost physical bodies, and a 'power bank' to replenish Strange Ghost life force.

There is no Will Soul, no Source Qi, no Abyssal Rift connection, only the source of life, and the source of life can only be used through the body of Strange Ghost.

How could Luo Xiran possibly examine the saint's corpse with a body constructed of fungal carpet?

While Xu Yuan was Xu Yuan, Luo Xiran a move.

Without any fancy moves, Luo Xiran leaped directly to Chi Feng's headless corpse and placed her hand on his chest.

As Xu Yuan and Li Qingyan gazed into the distance, the silk-like fungal carpet gradually enveloped Chi Feng's imposing headless body.

The most advanced detection methods often only require the most basic physical act of lying on the ground.

A few breaths later, the 'silk' wrapping around Chi Feng's corpse dried up rapidly without any warning, as if its life force had been directly drained away.

Seeing this, Luo Xiran was not surprised.

Even after a saint dies, the lingering power of his corpse is deadly to fungal carpets, let alone if it directly invades them.

Luo Xiran glanced at the two people at the edge of the pit, her voice carrying far away:

"Your Highness, there are no traces left inside the Barbarian King's saintly body; there is no danger."

"Thank you, senior."

Li Qingyan replied politely and loudly, then glanced at Xu Yuan beside him and asked:

"Do you want to come along?"

"Should I go over there?"

Xu Yuan opened his mouth, his eyes showing some surprise.

Even standing at the edge of the pit, nearly a mile from the Barbarian King's corpse, he already felt a sense of oppressive and oppressive unease.

In layman's terms, this is the oppressive power of a sage.

Essentially, this is because after Chi Feng's fall, the Sacred Source contained within the sage's body spread uncontrollably.

The desire to determine the outcome is in one's own heart.

Even if his Soul Condensation is extraordinary, it is still just a Soul Condensation. If you get too close, you will most likely be crushed to death.

Li Qingyan chuckled softly:

"Don't worry, I will protect you."

As they spoke, the red dress fluttered in the wind, and the oppressive and somber atmosphere vanished instantly.

Xu Yuan sensed the layer of Qi surrounding him and asked:

Why must I be taken there?

Li Qingyan looked at Chi Feng's corpse, her voice very soft:

"The Barbarian King was killed by both of us, and the spoils obtained during the battle will be split equally between us."

Xu Yuan's eyes flickered, then he chuckled, his tone slightly teasing:

Are you worried that I'm dissatisfied?

"I simply don't want to owe you anything."

"The more debts you have, the better, since you already owe so much."

"The Heaven-Overturning Six Elements Art is very expensive; you owe it to me now."

"." Xu Yuan.

"Tsk, so petty."

"Hmph."

Li Qingyan's red lips curled into a smile as she glanced at him sideways, "If you don't want to go, then forget it. But don't suspect me of secretly keeping your share for myself."

Xu Yuan coughed lightly:

"Hey, let me make this clear beforehand, it's not that I don't trust you."

"Virtue."

Li Qingyan rolled her eyes at her, then leaped with Xu Yuan, landing beside Chi Feng's corpse.

Upon approaching, Xu Yuan immediately frowned.

Due to his limited cultivation level, he couldn't see clearly from a distance before, but now that he's inspecting it up close, he's discovered that Chi Feng's body, as a saint, has already begun to rot.

Ancient texts record that the bodies of saints can remain incorrupt for a thousand years, but it's only been a few days now?

Xu Yuan subconsciously glanced at Luo Xiran beside him:

"Xiran, what's this?"

Luo Xiran stood beside the corpse, staring at the rotting body, her voice very soft:

"His backup plan."

Xu Yuan pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered the evil Secret Method that could refine corpses into flesh puppets, and whispered:

"That's right. The Barbarian King's Martial Saint-like physical body is extremely powerful. Once we use special methods to refine it into a corpse puppet..."

"No."

"Ah?"

I said no.

Luo Xiran turned to look at Xu Yuan and gently shook her head:

"When a whale falls, all things come to life. Before his death, this Barbarian King left no other lethal contingency plans, but instead scattered all his Sacred Source into this land."

Li Qingyan frowned slightly and said softly:

"I once saw this method in an ancient book. Back when sects ruled the world, many saints, upon reaching the end of their lifespan and passing away, would disperse their cultivation and merge it into the sect's secret realm to nourish all things, thus giving back to the sect they had served throughout their lives."

At this point, she looked at Luo Xiran:

"Senior, is that what you mean?"

"Yes."

Luo Xiran nodded, looking at the dilapidated Barbarian Tribe Holy City:

"The power of a saint cannot completely change this Utterdark Lands, but at least it can bring a glimmer of hope."

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Li Qingyan slowly turned her head to look at the dark, rotten corpse on the ground.

The horns are gone, the spikes are gone, and the once robust and muscular body is now pitted and scarred, with only the golden blood of the saint gleaming with a trace of divine charm.

Focus on counting breaths,

With a soft sigh, Li Qingyan's rustling voice seemed to be a murmur:

Even in death, you still wanted to pave the way for your people. Ha, that can be considered fulfilling your lifelong ideal.

Listening to the two women's conversation, Xu Yuan roughly understood the current situation and said:

"It's a pity. Chi Feng was a very good king, at least for his people."

A smile flickered in Li Qingyan's eyes as he said softly, "It is indeed a pity."

From Chi Feng's perspective, it's hard for Li Qingyan to say she could have done better than him.

Because the strength of the Barbarian Tribe and the Great Yan is simply not on the same level.

In this winner-takes-all gamble, Chi Feng wagered his entire life's worth of chips, yet he still couldn't bridge the gap in strength.

As they spoke,

A blazing flame surged in Li Qingyan's dark pupils, and a wisp of flame began to swirl between her slender fingers.

The fire, seemingly capable of burning away all Dao essence, illuminated everything around it.

Feeling this intense heat, Xu Yuan was stunned for a moment:

What's going on here?

Li Qingyan turned her gaze back, her eyes calm:

"This is my final act of respect for him."

The words fell silently, and the Daoist fire drifted down.