That sinister young man's departure had nothing to do with any hollow sect rule. It was simply because, in a gathering of this scale, making a commotion and drawing attention was the true path to death—especially for lowly Demonic Cultivators like them.
They might not normally devour lifespan, but if the elders happened to be in a good mood, they would not begrudge them a "little snack" to replenish it. Though it was better than nothing, it was still better than having nothing at all.
Fan Rong likewise did not continue provoking the other party.
Thinking of the notice issued from above, he revealed a cold, hungry expression. "It seems the situation outside the graves is grim. So many fellow cultivators are leaving their corpses behind for me. Longevity should be within reach."
What the disciples beneath Yellow Springs of Wrongful Death thought was unimportant.
At the very depths stood a cemetery.
It was located in the Ninth Heaven of Yellow Springs of Wrongful Death.
The cultivation methods of Yellow Springs of Wrongful Death's Demonic Cultivators were tied to the characteristics of Yellow Springs itself.
That icy river nearby was naturally not the legendary Blue Heaven and Yellow Springs.
It was merely a shadow of Yellow Springs, forcibly copied by some mighty expert of Yellow Springs by seizing upon the upheaval in heaven and earth that occurred once every three thousand years.
To distinguish it, this river took its name from the words "wrongful death" in Yellow Springs of Wrongful Death.
Enter wrongful death, never enter rebirth.
Once every Yellow Springs disciple walked the River of Wrongful Death, their True Spirit was branded with the aura of Yellow Springs. Even if they crossed the Nether Sea and that aura was scoured away, it still left behind a fated demonic affinity