"Your only way out is to surrender the immortal gold, kowtow to the Divine Dynasty, and beg for death!"
The mighty voice rolled in like thunder.
Even from dozens of miles away, it rang clearly in Li Qingyue's ears.
And the instant that voice rang out,
the void within a hundred-mile radius began to tremble.
Then it split open without a sound, and in the next moment, figure after figure emerged.
Within mere moments, more than a dozen groups had appeared in the void across those hundred miles.
The Seven Great Holy Land of the Eastern Wasteland, the Three Great Families, and even members of the Ten Great Families of the Northern Plains had all arrived.
Immortal gold was something no power could ignore.
Even Li Qingyue's art that devoured vital essence, and her ability to absorb the origins of Special Constitutions, made countless powers covet her secrets.
Since ancient times, how many mighty cultivators had been limited by their physiques, ultimately dying with bitter regrets, unable to attain the Great Dao?
How many had reached the limits of their lifespans and buried themselves in divine source, clinging to a meager existence?
Within the holy lands and great families, how many Grand Supreme Elders had sealed away all their vitality, not daring to let a trace leak out for fear of exhausting their lifespans?
How many mighty rulers and Emperor Lords had risked their lives for divine medicine, only to perish in forbidden lands?
How many Holy Lords had explored unknown places for a sliver of hope to survive?
Far too many.
If there were an art that could devour life essence to replenish oneself,
that could devour the origins of Special Constitutions to strengthen oneself,
then even if it could not extend one's lifespan, it would still drive people