At this point, a trace of desolation entered the cultivator's eyes as he said:
"In the end, I was the only one who returned to the first level alive."
As he spoke, he held out a Jade Slip and a Qiankun Bag to Xu Taiping, then said with difficulty:
"Daoist Taiping, this Jade Slip contains a Divine Soul Mark I left behind. And inside this Qiankun Bag is a treasure that can undo the restriction on the sacred land's third level."
Xu Taiping took the Jade Slip and the Qiankun Bag.
The cultivator suddenly seized Xu Taiping's hand, his eyes filled with pleading as he said:
"Daoist Priest, you must rescue the young lady and the others!"
Xu Taiping glanced at the Jade Slip in his hand, then said with great seriousness:
"I will do everything I can."
Upon hearing Xu Taiping's promise, the cultivator from the Xiahou Clan immediately raised his head to look at Bai Yue and said:
"Fellow Daoist, you may help release me now!"
Bai Yue immediately turned to Xu Taiping.
Xu Taiping glanced at the cultivator's injuries, then nodded lightly to Bai Yue and said:
"Do it."
Bai Yue drew a deep breath, then poured all the True Essence and Qi and Blood Power he had already channeled into his palm into the cultivator's body.
In that instant, the cultivator's body, long since eroded by Blightbone power, abruptly burst into a cloud of blood mist.
Beside them, Mo Qingzhu took out the wineskin he had previously obtained from Horse-Rat Lu Yuan, pulled out its stopper, and attempted to draw the cultivator's Primordial Spirit into it.
Unexpectedly, however, an even greater suction caught the Xiahou Clan cultivator's Primordial Spirit and dragged it away.
They looked in the direction the Primordial Spirit had been drawn.
To their