So that was it!
After hearing Ou Zhizi's explanation, Li Xiao could not help giving a cold smile. He had already thought of a way to counter it.
Every world had its own unique qualities. Even the secret techniques of its natives were not necessarily inferior to spells refined by countless powerful cultivators throughout the Myriad Realms.
A living being's flash of insight could sometimes surpass the wisdom of thousands upon thousands of years.
The qi refiners of the Yin-Spirit World could be called the most miserable qi refiners in all the All Heavens and Myriad Realms. Born in the Yin-Spirit World, they faced immense difficulty cultivating as humans.
Unless they possessed a special constitution like Li Xiao's, cultivating in an environment filled with yin energy and baleful energy was simply courting death.
Thus, the qi refiners of the Yin-Spirit World who persisted in cultivating almost all met the same end. At best, their souls suffered permanent, irreparable injuries. At worst, their souls collapsed outright, leaving them utterly dead.
Even with a great lineage behind them and countless resources at their disposal, plenty ended up like Dead Yin. Dead Yin had been lucky to lose only his eyes. Far more qi refiners had their souls scattered entirely, vanishing from heaven and earth.
Yet these people's efforts, one stepping forward as another fell, had not been entirely fruitless.
Countless secret arts for qi refiners had been created. Although most people considered them as tasteless as chicken ribs and discarded them like worn-out shoes, these techniques did have their merits. Many even shone with sparks of wisdom.
Over the years, Li Xiao had been using the Zombie King Estate's influence to collect the secret arts of qi refiners.
As it happened, one of those secret arts suited the current situation perfectly.
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