Zhang Sanfeng looked at Zhang Wuji. "Wuji, Right Envoy Lin came to help your master. If you know anything, tell us."
Zhang Sanfeng had also heard Yi Tianxing's final words just now. It seemed his old friend really had met with disaster.
Fortunately, he had exchanged martial arts with Lin Lang earlier, hoping to strengthen his body and true qi. Otherwise, he might have been the one whose primordial spirit ascended this time, and the one who died.
Zhang Wuji nodded. "Master said he had traveled the world over the years and seen some incomplete ancient texts."
"According to those ancient texts, to Ascend to the Upper Realm, essence, qi, and spirit must each undergo three transformations. If they can't all undergo three transformations, at least one kind of power must undergo four transformations, and the other two one transformation each, for ascension to have any chance of success."
"The method of ascending with the primordial spirit alone might have been spread by someone with ulterior motives, to make our primordial spirits ascend so those demons could devour them."
Lin Lang nodded. To those who practiced certain special cultivation techniques, primordial spirits were immensely nourishing.
It felt like a fox putting up a sign beside a cliff, tricking chicks into spreading their wings and flying, only to become its dinner when they fell.
"Zhang Wuji, do you know whether they all ascend to the same upper realm?" Lin Lang asked again.
Zhang Wuji shook his head. "According to Master, the gate of ascension appeared more than once, and the auras spilling out of it weren't the same."
"But he didn't know whether the upper realm's aura also changed constantly. Just like our world, different environments have different auras."
"Right Envoy Lin, the ancient texts Master obtained were all incomplete. There