Burning Gods, Binding Immortals
Netherworld Grass was truly a wondrous spiritual herb.
If an ordinary person swallowed Netherworld Grass, their fleshly body would become half-dead and half-alive. Only their soul would survive, turning them into a living corpse.
If cultivators harvested and consumed this spiritual herb, it could extend their lifespan, but the price was equally steep.
There was a saying in the world that Netherworld Grass possessed a certain undying spirituality. Yet consuming it brought dreadful side effects, and the herb itself was toxic. Ordinary people would do best not to touch it lightly.
However, Netherworld Grass could be used to refine pills—namely, the Nine Deaths Soul-Returning Golden Elixir. This golden elixir could bring a cultivator whose Primordial Spirit had suffered grave damage back from the brink of death, repairing the injuries to their Primordial Spirit. That alone made it incomparably precious.
One had to know that the Outer-Realm Demon Stars of the Divine Court era had vanished completely. Though the reason was unknown, it was most likely the work of the Lord of the Divine Court.
There were exceedingly few methods in the cultivation world capable of repairing damage to the Primordial Spirit. Demon Star Marrow was an even rarer treasure, and it also had some effect on damage to the Dao foundations of immortal and divine experts.
For that very reason, the value of Netherworld Grass as an ingredient for refining the Nine Deaths Soul-Returning Golden Elixir was easy to imagine.
"Wonderful! If I sell this stalk of Netherworld Grass, who knows how many merit points I can exchange it for."
Jin Chengliang's voice brimmed with delight.
At that very moment, the Sin Demon hiding in the shadows also let out an excited, piercing howl.
Whoosh!
The massive bronze giant opened its great mouth and spat out