A person's life depended on their vitality, which was also known as vitality. The more profound a person's cultivation was, the stronger their vitality would be. This was also the reason why a cultivator's lifespan was longer than that of an ordinary person. It could even be said that a person's lifespan was closely related to their cultivation.
The longer one cultivated, the higher one's realm would be. With vitality, one would naturally be able to live a long life. There was even a portion of people who cultivated for the sake of longevity. However, there was a limit to one's strength. Who could truly not decay and live forever?
Even in Xiao Yang's previous life, he had seen many old fellows who lived for tens of thousands of years or even longer. However, he had never seen a person who could live from the beginning of the world to the present.
Perhaps there was such a powerful person, but he had never seen it and did not know about it.
After a person died and completely turned into a ghost, they would be lifeless. Or because of some other opportunities, they could cultivate in another way.
It was like the coexistence of Yin and Yang. However, most of the time, Yang was more important and Yin was less important.
It could be said that all cultivators had a breath of Noble Spirit. Even if they died, they would rely on this breath of Noble Spirit to be reborn or reincarnate. They would not exist as a malicious spirit or even a malicious spirit that would absorb Death Qi.
In other words, death Qi and Yin Qi were originally two different kinds of auras. Things created by death Qi were more like a different kind of existence.
Of course, it could not be said to be something completely evil. After all, there was no pure classification of good and evil in the world. There were only thoughts in one's heart.
An arbitrary statement was wrong to begin with. As long as something had spiritual intelligence, it was difficult to judge whether it was good or evil. Of course, things like the black fire, which was born for destruction, were another matter.
It was just that if one wanted to turn the death Qi into spiritual power, one would need to take the method seriously.
Even though Xiao Yang had seen a lot in his previous life and had become very knowledgeable because of alchemy, after thinking carefully, he really did not have any method to refine the death Qi into spiritual power and use it to nourish the body.
Even if he could turn the poison into divine medicine, it would be difficult for him to refine the death energy into spiritual energy or human energy.
Immediately after, Xiao Yang even used the idea that extreme misfortune would bring joy, or that there would be no construction without destruction, and so on, but he still didn't succeed. On the contrary, his attempt had caused him to be corroded by some of the death aura, causing his expression to turn somewhat ugly.
After trying many times, Xiao Yang could only shake his head and give up. This Death Qi was worthy of being called the number one enemy of cultivators. It was not a lie that it would only harm them and not benefit them.
If the Death Qi could be used to refine pills, it would be useful. The man in white frowned, took out a gourd, and began to collect the Death Qi.
It wasn't an easy task to find pure death energy in the outside world.
This Death Qi wasn't completely useless. It could be used to refine some life-saving pills. As for whether or not he would use it in the future, that was another matter.
Xiao Yang continued to move forward. The aura here indeed made him very uncomfortable. He even had a feeling that he was facing a great enemy.
However, Xiao Yang had always been a very patient person. He constantly used his spiritual power to adapt to the changes in this place.
This place was worthy of being a place of death. In this world, it could be said to be so quiet that it was creepy. There was not the slightest sound. Even if there was, it was the rustling of clothes and footsteps of the man in white when he walked.
It was not without reason that this place was called lifeless. At a glance, one could see that it was the size of a hillside that was constantly undulating. However, it was all bare. There was no greenery at all. The so-called forest vegetation was nowhere to be seen.
The yellow soil was endless, the sky was gray, and there were occasional gusts of cold wind.
Even on this land, there was not the slightest living creature. Even small insects and the like did not exist.
This was a place of death. Not a single blade of grass grew. Instead of nourishing, everything was devoured.
The cold wind here was also very strong. Xiao Yang was a Rank Eight King Wu. In addition, he was very strong because he deliberately cultivated his physique. Even so, he felt a little cold and subconsciously tightened his clothes.
From a high vantage point, one could see a white-clothed man moving forward in the gloomy world. He was exceptionally conspicuous, like a lone boat in the middle of a vast ocean.
The cemetery, which had been quiet for two years, began to become a little more lively because many powerful cultivators had entered. It also added some people for no reason.
Even though these cultivators were powerful and could do whatever they wanted in the three thousand small worlds if they worked together, the vitality they displayed was like a drop in the ocean. It wouldn't even be an exaggeration to say that it wasn't enough to reach the apex.
The powerful vitality of nearly a hundred people was like a candle flame in the wind. It was hard to say when it would be extinguished and become a part of the land.
Moreover, life force and death energy were incompatible with each other. They were like fire and water, and they would crush each other and completely crush each other.
The death aura was like the sea, and vitality was like a lonely boat. If the wind and waves rose, how could the lonely boat protect itself from being swallowed up?
This was the fundamental reason why they had to leave the Tomb of the God of Sin after three years. If they could not extricate themselves, once they were swallowed up by the death aura, they would only end up as a soulless walking corpse, a puppet of the death aura.
Half a month had passed. The man in white also walked and stopped, carefully inspecting every place he went, for fear that he would miss something and cause him to lose the great opportunity.
However, in this half a month, although he also came across a cemetery, when he went in to check, it was empty. Obviously, it had been searched by the cultivators who came to the Tomb of the God of Sin before.
Even the inside was empty, leaving only a coffin, sitting there alone.
When he saw this scene, the young man could not help but laugh bitterly. Many people were simply too crazy when it came to opportunities.
Fortunately, they still had some conscience and did not take the coffin. Otherwise, the owner of the tomb would have died without a burial place.
Although there were many opportunities in the Tomb of the God of Sin, after countless explorations, there were not many left.
While Xiao Yang was mocking himself, he saw a tablet. It was a very strange tablet that could not be considered a tablet.
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