"Yes. We still have several decades. Let's see if we can help him break through to the Golden Core Middle Stage. If his Spiritual Root aptitude is good enough, the Golden Core Late Stage might not be out of reach."
"Once we enter the Rakshasa Sea, he could be of help to us. At the very least, he wouldn't be a burden."
The Fire-Spirit Ghost Mother spoke slowly.
"Yes. I didn't know what he was like at first, either. That's why I brought him back."
The Bone-Nightmare Old Devil's smile faded, and his expression grew heavy.
"When the time comes... even if we find nothing in the Rakshasa Sea, my dear, you can still refine the Corpse Yin Demonfire inside him. Then, when you try to break through to the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, you'll have a better chance."
At the mention of breaking through, the Fire-Spirit Ghost Mother's face twisted instinctively.
But the savage expression soon vanished.
Once she had calmed down, worry crept into her eyes.
"If the Rakshasa Sea truly opens, all those Nascent Soul Cultivators on the Abyssal Continent whose lifespans are nearly spent will surely go there to fight for that sliver of hope. If the two of us go too... I'm afraid, I'm afraid..."
The Fire-Spirit Ghost Mother said no more.
The Bone-Nightmare Old Devil, however, looked far less concerned.
"With the two of us working together, no Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator on the entire Abyssal Continent can stop us. The Black-and-White Fiends certainly won't get involved. As long as we're careful, we'll be fine. Don't worry."
He took the Fire-Spirit Ghost Mother's hand and patted it gently.
"It's all that undying old bastard's fault!"
As if something had come back to her, the Fire-Spirit Ghost Mother snarled, "If not for him, how