Just as Chu Yun was irrigating the Seventy-Two Fragrant Consorts with innate primal essence, seeking to elevate their bodies into innate physiques.
Deep within the Rotting Yin Wasteland of Ghost Continent.
Dark clouds veiled the faint glow of the bone-white heavens, making the already dim Rotting Yin Wasteland even darker.
A bonfire burned upon the earth.
From time to time, dry firewood burst with brilliant sparks, crackling sharply.
The yin wind howled, yet not only could it not extinguish the flames, it instead fed the blaze.
Xiao Yan sat beside the bonfire, enjoying the warmth it brought as she sorted through the Immortal Pouches at her waist.
Her Immortal Pouch had originally been merely a low-grade one.
Yet the two Immortal Pouches at her waist were now both high-grade!
She wandered aimlessly through the wilderness, tempering herself under the pressure of life and death, raising the combat strength of the spirit beasts under her command.
It was in this way that she came across two sets of remains in succession. Both had belonged to Spirit Beast Masters who had perished in the Rotting Yin Wasteland. From their dry bones, Xiao Yan obtained these two high-grade Immortal Pouches without lifting a finger.
This was luck.
Even Chu Yun sighed inwardly at this. Back when he had acquired several high-grade Immortal Pouches, he had nearly exhausted every ounce of strength he possessed.
Yet Xiao Yan only needed to reach a certain spot, bend down, and pick them up.
Such was the might of a child favored by the land.
The very heaven and earth of Ghost Continent favored her, secretly tilting its resources toward her.
"Hmm? The scent of a person!"
"Ah... a living human."
"Take over her body—possess her, possess her!"
Yin clouds churned through the sky. The wind carried Xiao