Stones were lifeless things, but after absorbing the essence of the sun and moon for millions of years, they could develop spiritual awareness. Yet not every stone that absorbed those essences for millions of years would awaken. Fortune still favored only a select few.
The stone before Su Jiu was undoubtedly the luckiest among countless others.
Su Jiu looked at the golden Stone Spirit tinged with bloody light before her and inwardly sighed at the pity of it.
If a newly awakened Stone Spirit were born in a forest or a lifeless expanse of sand and stone, it could cultivate a human form and become a spirit cultivator after another ten thousand years. But this one had unconsciously absorbed human vital essence and killed so many people, all but cutting off its own path to becoming a spirit cultivator. Further cultivation might still grant it a human form, but it could only become a demonic cultivator.
Spirits that practiced Demonic Cultivation were even more terrifying than humans who did so. Born of heaven and nurtured by earth, they received their lives from the Heavenly Dao and enjoyed more of its favor. Their destructive power also surpassed that of human Demonic Cultivation.
Unlike humans, they had no one to teach them right from wrong. They killed purely on instinct, just as this stone had drained the lives of those who had died over the past three years without their ever realizing it.
Now, the stone was trapped in a small formation, with several talismans affixed to its outer barrier. Having gone nearly a month without hunting for food, the Stone Spirit already seemed on the verge of collapse, and even its golden light had dimmed considerably.
"Senior, how do you intend to deal with it?"
Zhou Jin smiled bitterly. "Before it