White Bone Abyss.
Two great battles had taken place here in succession: one between opposing camps of cultivators, and the other a clash of terrifying magnitude at the Nascent Soul level. For a time, the place had been extraordinarily lively.
But now both battles had ended, and all things had fallen nearly silent.
The sole victor stood with his hands behind his back. His green robe snapped and billowed in a rank wind that smelled of either seawater or blood, his bearing grand enough to swallow mountains and rivers, to look down upon all beneath heaven!
As expected, killing a Nascent Soul Cultivator is exceedingly difficult. No wonder I never heard of one dying back in the [Eight Kingdoms Region]. Is Nascent Soul Instantaneous Teleportation a reward the Heavenly Dao grants those climbing the Great Dao? Or is it their fundamental means of survival?
Lin Chang's thoughts wandered, and he soon realized something. Among all the cultivators under heaven, [Nascent Souls] are few. Forming one is difficult enough that their numbers can practically be counted on your fingers. If they could be killed casually, Nascent Soul Formation would amount to nothing. With so few of them, it would be easy to wipe out an entire generation. They might go extinct even faster than Demon Beasts whose bodies are treasures from head to toe-and the uppermost tier of the cultivation world might collapse.
Perhaps the difficulty of killing a Nascent Soul is a destiny ordained by the Heavenly Dao in the Unseen. But breaking that destiny will probably require more powerful methods. Cutting the weeds without uprooting them still leaves a danger behind.
Lin Changheng could not help privately considering ways to counter Nascent Soul Instantaneous Teleportation.
This encounter with a Nascent Soul of the Demonic Path had been unexpected, so