After Qing Chen finished advising them one by one, a brief silence settled over the council hall.
Lin Changsheng stood with his hands lowered, understanding that his lord's words were true:
When he had cultivated the Mysterious Yin Corpse-Refining Secret Technique and the Qi-Blood Inner Elixir Art, he had sought quick results, swallowing any yin baleful energy he found and collecting every corpse he encountered. He had pursued only "speed," forgetting the principle of "purity."
Indeed, he had paid little attention to quality.
Now his corpse qi was somewhat impure, like a hodgepodge stew: it looked lively enough, but the cooking had gone awry.
As he now saw it, this had already become an obstacle on his path of cultivation.
Once this council ended, he planned to immediately gather supreme-grade second-tier profound yin cold iron and thoroughly temper the impurities out of himself.
Duan Tianya stroked the tassel of the Smoky Mist Sword, his brows tightly furrowed.
The Devil Lord had just said that his Sword-Light Splitting lacked flexibility, trapped entirely within the third of the Seven Forms of the Illusory Sword, like an eagle bound with ropes, possessing wings yet unable to fly out of its cage.
Against a truly powerful enemy, his opponent could easily seize upon that weakness.
He recalled his previous clash with Leng Jingfei of the Impermanence Sect. When she used the Sword-Light Splitting divine ability, he had habitually responded with the illusory sword's Light-Splitting and been badly suppressed.
At the time, he had merely assumed her cultivation was stronger than his, never imagining that the root of the illness lay within himself.
He felt somewhat frustrated. How had he failed to notice this problem all along?
Fortunately, he had received the Devil Lord's guidance today. Joining the Demon Lotus Sect truly had been the