Qi Machine

Found it.

Xu Yuan lowered his eyes to examine the Willowwood Ghost Blade in his hand, the corners of his lips unconsciously curling into a smile.

This strange sense of familiarity had not come from himself, but from what he had discovered through the Willowwood Ghost Blade in his hand as a medium.

It seemed that, twenty thousand years ago, Tianye had used some secret sacrificial refinement technique to bind herself tightly to this ghost blade in order to control it.

In any case, Xu Yuan had now confirmed that Tianye—the woman who had tangled with him in the illusion for more than a decade—was truly still alive.

He simply did not know what method that demoness had used to survive from twenty thousand years ago until now.

Luo Xiran had transformed herself into a spirit-rhythm sprite and fallen into slumber to preserve her spirituality.

Old Man Luo, meanwhile, had studied how to alter the soul through Strange Ghosts, then specially cultivated disciples and waited for an opportunity to seize their bodies in pursuit of immortality.

But none of that was important for the moment. Through the connection between this Willowwood Ghost Blade and Tianye, Xu Yuan could sense that she did not seem to have awakened yet.

By all reason, nothing in this world was perfect.

To gain something meant having to give something up.

Methods for prolonging life generally inflicted irreversible damage upon one's cultivation and strength.

That had been true for Old Man Luo, and it was true for Luo Xiran as well.

Once he returned to the Imperial Capital from this journey, he would directly call his maternal uncle over to the Qionghua Secret Realm to guard the corpse.

Having made up his mind, Xu Yuan turned back to the girl beside him. Meeting her gaze,