[Outside Nine Li Valley, the party from Corpse-Nurturing Mountain arrived.]
[Looking toward Nine Li Valley in the distance, the deputy mountain lord turned to Mo Lao beside him and could not help asking, "Mo Lao, how great is Wang Lin's chance of entering the Nascent Soul Realm..."]
["Whether someone can enter the Nascent Soul Realm involves a heavenly tribulation. Even a fourth-tier Lower Divination Grandmaster would find it difficult to predict. How would I know?"]
[Mo Lao glanced at the deputy mountain lord and coughed.]
["However, when a high-grade golden core attempts to advance to Nascent Soul, even with some high-grade Nascent Soul condensation treasure, the odds are less than ten percent. We need only wait..."]
[Mo Lao closed his eyes to rest. Although the lifespan he had expended could not be recovered, resting a little longer to preserve his condition was still worthwhile.]
["True!"]
[The deputy mountain lord of Corpse-Nurturing Mountain relaxed. Even Nascent Soul seeds painstakingly nurtured by Nascent Soul-level factions had only a thirty or forty percent chance of becoming True Lords.]
[Wang Lin had not received such careful nurturing from a Nascent Soul-level faction, and the golden core he had formed was not flawless. His chances of failure were far too high.]
[Now, all they needed to do was wait.]
[Wait for Wang Lin's attempt to reach Nascent Soul to fail, then take possession of his corpse.]
[Once their own True Lord controlled two fourth-tier corpse puppets, their sect would effectively possess three Nascent Souls. Corpse-Nurturing Mountain's influence in the Infinite Domain would inevitably rise another level.]
[More than ten days later.]
[Wind suddenly rose and clouds surged over Nine Li Valley. Boundless spiritual energy of heaven and earth flowed like a tide toward a certain location.]
[It was as though a primordial beast were ceaselessly