At last, Chen Nianzhi looked toward Lu Chong'a and Ye Yinghui.
Among his two personal disciples, Lu Chong'a possessed unwavering will, perseverance, and courage rarely seen in the world.
Ye Yinghui, meanwhile, possessed astonishing comprehension and dared to take risks in experimenting. Thus, her future was even more rugged and unpredictable. She might achieve greater accomplishments in the future, yet she was also more likely to ruin the foundation of her cultivation and perish halfway down the path.
In Chen Nianzhi's calculations from years ago, Lu Chong'a's early path of cultivation had been steady and solid. Yet further ahead, it became twisting and unfathomable, seemingly growing more radical, making it impossible to see the mysteries within.
Ye Yinghui, on the other hand, seemed to advance by leaps and bounds upon the path of cultivation, only to fall into an endless cycle of rebuilding and reincarnation after reaching a certain peak.
Now that the calamity was approaching, Chen Nianzhi faintly glimpsed that the turning point which would affect their fates was about to arrive.
After pondering again and again, Chen Nianzhi looked at Lu Chong'a and said, "Lu Chong'a."
"This disciple is here."
"I bestow upon you the innate spiritual treasure, the Heaven-Slaying Baleful Essence. I hope you will not disappoint your master."
Lu Chong'a was slightly stunned. The Heaven-Slaying Baleful Essence was a supreme treasure of slaughter, yet it could damage the physical body. He had always proceeded steadily and placed greater importance on the stability of his Sacrifice-Self Body. Why was his master giving him this treasure?
Ye Yinghui, however, was extremely covetous of the Heaven-Slaying Baleful Essence. She enjoyed taking risks and cultivating unconventional arts. Over the years, she had created countless methods to develop the Self-Sacrifice Dao, many of which could damage the physical body and did