Chapter 1115
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The severity of the situation had reached a point where there was no room for delay. If the underground spirit vein was drained dry, the only consequence would be the depletion of Earth's spirit qi; human cultivators wouldn't be completely destroyed. But what was truly frightening was the conspiracy behind the absorption of this massive spirit vein.
Back then, Dark Ancestor Xie Sanxiao had overestimated his capacity, and in the end, because he couldn't withstand the enormous energy, he suffered a backlash from the spirit vein and died on the spot.
So, if the person behind the scenes who had the ability to resurrect Dark Ancestor tried to use the power of the Ancient Divine Clan to pry open the main vein valve and restart the absorption plan Dark Ancestor had thought of back then … what on earth would happen?
"Teacher, is there really someone in this world who can absorb all the underground spirit veins on Earth …" President Qi had always been doubtful. Back then, Dark Ancestor had already become a Sage with a terrifying physique that was practically indestructible. He was the first and founder of the Dark Network, and was also known as the most evil man on Earth back then.
If even Dark Ancestor's body couldn't withstand the pressure of the energy backlash, who else could do it?
Huang Feng's expression was also gloomy as he pondered the same question. As the chief guardian of the heavenly vein, Old Man Huang had been guarding the main vein valve on Nine Dragon Mountain for hundreds and thousands of years. His understanding of the underground spirit vein was even better than that of some people from the Ancient Divine Clan.
"What is certain now is that Dark Ancestor is nothing more than a pawn in this matter. The true plot of the person behind the scenes is to open the main vein valve and suck the underground spirit vein dry. If there really is a way to absorb the underground spirit vein and completely store it in the body … I'm afraid that this person's strength will far exceed that of anyone on Earth, and he will reach the realm above True Immortal … "
"Venerated Immortal?"
"Rumor has it that the Venerated Immortal realm is the Dao realm, which is also called Dao Ancestor. But we don't know if there is a higher realm after Dao Ancestor. "
"There is a higher realm …" President Qi was lost in thought. President Qi believed this, but he didn't dare think too much about it. As mentioned earlier in the Fundamentals of Cultivation Truth, cultivation was an endless process.
It was just like a person's experience bar. The more they grew and climbed, the more experience they needed to fill it up … And whether or not they could break through a bottleneck depended on whether or not their experience bar could overflow after it was filled up.
As a cultivator, the key to a cultivator's cultivation lay in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Therefore, in theory, if all the spiritual energy of the entire Earth was sucked dry and stored in one's body. It was indeed possible to break through powerful heights that ordinary people could not reach in a short period of time.
However, such a plan required the support of a powerful physical body.
In theory, the Physical Sanctification was the highest level that could be achieved with the physical body.
Back then, the main reason for Dark Ancestor's defeat was because he thought he was indestructible and was too arrogant.
In that case, could the mastermind really do it?
…
The white-haired boy pushed open the tightly shut door of the abandoned factory and walked out.
"Your Excellency." Nightmare bowed and presented Dark Ancestor's skull with both hands.
The white-haired man formed a seal with one hand and raised his sword fingers. He guided the skulls up into the sky and then back down …
Nightmare already knew that this was the Resurrection Spell specially created by this lord, and it was the first time he had seen such a resurrection spell in his life. It wasn't that he hadn't read up on how to manipulate and resurrect dead souls, but there was always a huge price to pay in exchange for a life.
But Nightmare realized that the Resurrection Spell used by the white-haired man was completely different from the forbidden spells he knew of. There was no darkness in this resurrection spell at all. On the contrary, Nightmare could sense boundless vitality and vitality as White Hair cast the spell.
The vitality of the revival of all living things and the radiance of souls made the Shapeshifter involuntarily feel relaxed and happy. Even the soul of a bystander felt a sense of comfort under the effect of the spell's radiation. It was as if the spring breeze and rain were silently moisturizing everything.
It could only be said that as expected of Lord White Hair …
Nightmare watched from the side, unable to suppress his admiration for the white-haired man.
After making sure that the skull was buried in the ground, the white-haired man injected spirit qi into it. With a wave of his hand, an emerald green sprout immediately appeared on the ground. "The Flower of Revival will bloom tomorrow. Stand guard here and wake me up when the flower blooms."
The spell didn't seem to be particularly exhausting, but it actually made White Hair feel a sense of fatigue after using it.
So the side effect of using the resurrection spell was just drowsiness …
Nightmare was still shocked.
If it was just drowsiness, what was the difference between that and no side effect! This was the resurrection spell! If a person could be resurrected just by sleeping … this ability was too frightening.
Under Nightmare's shocked gaze, the white-haired man returned to his room.
There was a mirror in the room. White Hair walked to the mirror, looking somewhat tired.
This was a normal symptom after using the resurrection spell.
The white-haired man stared at himself in the mirror and yawned.
He reached out and touched his face, a very complicated thought emerging in his mind.
Why did he have to look like that person …
But that person had never looked at him.
White Hair stared at his face in the mirror, slightly dazed.
A moment later, a strand of hair fell and floated into the sink in front of White Hair.
It was a strand of white hair that had been separated from White Hair's body.
In fact, the side effect of using the resurrection spell wasn't just drowsiness as Nightmare had imagined.
That was a spell that could completely resurrect a person, and it definitely couldn't violate the Heavenly Dao's principle of equivalent exchange … Therefore, even White Hair had to pay a painful price. However, this price wasn't reflected in the loss of lifespan or internal injuries.
Compared to the other side effects of the resurrection spell, White Hair's side effect was actually relatively mild, but it was a little hard to accept.
He stared at himself in the mirror and the strand of white hair that had fallen to the ground. He carefully picked up the strand of white hair with his slender fingers, then took out a golden needle and put the strand of white hair through the small hole behind the golden needle.
White Hair knew very well what he was doing.
But he had no other choice.
This was because the side effect of the resurrection spell was something he had to bear …
Therefore, he looked at himself in the mirror and plucked the white hair off his head, revealing his smooth and round head that looked like a braised egg …
Then, he used the golden needle to firmly sew the strand of hair onto the wig.
This was a wig made from his real hair …
Therefore, the side effect of the resurrection spell was hair loss.
Moreover, this hair loss was irreversible. Once it fell off, it would never grow back …
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