"How could this be..." it muttered to itself, a trace of shock appearing in its eyes. "What kind of Immortal Path did they cultivate for their Spiritual Roots to actually degenerate?!"
The High Heavens held the virtue of cherishing life, bestowing Spiritual Roots upon living beings and granting them the ability to seek the Immortal Path. This was the foundation.
Was it that person's forbidden Immortal Path?
Pure Moon Deer Spirit pondered inwardly. It naturally had no access to the Five-Elements Immortal Path and could only think in that direction.
It could not make out their realms at all. Not a single trace of Immortal Path aura leaked from them. It was strange to an utterly absurd degree...
Later, Qian Wuhen and his two poor brothers began a life of wandering everywhere. Whenever they saw wild spirit herbs, they swallowed them. Whenever trouble arose, they fled without hesitation.
They had finally become just like their master—unkempt and ragged, utterly unconcerned with appearances. Their faces were each more weathered and profound than the last.
They had none of that dazzling cultivation life of heavenly prodigies, nor did they have the grandeur of touring the Nine Heavens. They had completely fallen into obscure Rogue Cultivators, either fleeing or on the road to flee, still unable to tell east from west, north from south.
Along the way, they encountered quite a few cultivators of other races, and some even became their friends.
Yet in the blink of an eye, those fellow Daoists lay exposed in the wilderness. Some vanished to places unknown, while others left behind only a brief voice talisman and never returned.
This was the Desolate Heaven Domain, the most terrifying Heavenly Domain in the entire Taiyi Great World—the paradise of Immortal Path powerhouses, the graveyard of the weak...!
They finally