"You still want to continue?"
Dongye Boyu was shocked. He looked at the dispirited Mo Qiong and thought to himself, 'He's already like this, yet he still doesn't know the danger. Are these people idiots?'
Mo Qiong was dragged into the house and fell into a deep sleep.
Mo Qiong had used the method of cutting off his own mind to stop the fusion. This was already considered self-harming to save his life.
According to his estimation, Mo Qiong's foundation had already been damaged. He could only recuperate by 80% in his lifetime. Without any miracle medicine, it was impossible for him to completely recover.
This group of people were vagrants and wild cultivators. They were ignorant and wouldn't give up until they hit a wall. He could understand that.
But now that they had hit a wall and were bleeding, if they still didn't give up, then they would be idiots!
"What are you howling for? Don't disturb his sleep! Come with me, let's talk about the cultivation world! "Master Gou brought Dongye Boyu to the interrogation room.
Along the way, Dongye Boyu kept persuading them, frantically trying to convince them to stop courting death.
His earnest persuasion was as if he wasn't a captive, but a close friend.
Although everyone was worried about this, they weren't too worried.
They had already studied the Evil King's method of refining Dao Fruits after they entered the Dao. They were already familiar with the method, but they had never used it in practice.
Previously, they didn't have any Dao Fruits like Nascent Soul or Nascent Soul. Now that they were refining a Nascent Soul, it was impossible to say that there was no risk.
Therefore, they were worried that something would happen to Mo Qiong and he would die from the refinement.
However, Mo Qiong wasn't an idiot. He wouldn't force things if they couldn't be done. When his mind was about to collapse from the contamination, he decisively gathered the contaminated parts and cut them off. This was the basic operation of Beta Club members!
One had to know that when they first activated their mental power and trained in the base, the club didn't force them to learn anything else, but this method of cutting off the contaminated parts was something they had to master.
After all, when they dealt with things like biological anomalies and monster-type derivatives, their mental power would often be contaminated.
This method of preserving mental purity was something every club member who had activated their mental power could do.
Such self-harming was simply unrealistic here.
Primordial Spirit power was the product of mental power and spiritual energy. Spiritual energy was easy to replenish and was everywhere in the world. However, spiritual power was different. It could only be nurtured by the human heart.
Apart from a few elixirs, there was nothing else that could directly replenish one's spiritual energy. Therefore, spiritual energy was naturally precious.
However, the spiritual power of the Seven Day Gamble seemed similar to the spiritual power of other worlds, but there was a fundamental difference — it was a product of universal characteristics.
A characteristic was a characteristic. No matter how ordinary it was, there would always be an angle that was absolute and above the rules.
It could be damaged, polluted, and had differences in strength. But in terms of recuperation, it was as if it had been set: sleep to recover health.
This was the most unscientific thing about it. As long as it was not completely dead, it would be full of energy after a good night's sleep.
As long as there was mental energy, the power of the primordial spirit would be endless because spiritual energy was everywhere.
As long as the power of the Primordial Spirit did not dry up and continued to protect the Primordial Spirit, the soul in the Primordial Spirit would not be damaged. It could continue to work hard until the Primordial Spirit fused with another person's Dao Fruit.
This time, Mo Qiong slept for a total of nine hours. After which, he walked out of the room full of energy and vigor.
"Ah! Awesome! I feel like my mental power has become stronger. My cultivation base has also improved a lot, "said Mo Qiong with a smile.
At this time, Master Gou had already finished interrogating Dongye Boyu and understood many things about the cultivation world.
Seeing that Mo Qiong had recovered, he was relieved and asked, "There are no hidden dangers, right?"
"No. According to this method, it is theoretically possible for a lower realm to refine a higher realm. As long as I can fuse with this Nascent Soul, I will be in the Nascent Soul stage. It's just that since ancient times, no one has been able to do it. No one has such powerful mental recovery ability, "said Mo Qiong.
Master Gou laughed and said, "That's great. Someone from his sect will come in the next two days. If they want to kill us, we don't have to take their lives. We can just take their cultivation base."
Dongye Boyu looked at Mo Qiong in a daze. He could naturally see that Mo Qiong was full of energy. It was obvious that he had recovered.
"What kind of joke is this? How long has it been?! " Dongye Boyu could not believe this fact. The injuries on Mo Qiong's mind that could not be healed for his entire life were healed in less than half a day!
Medicinal pills! He must have taken a top-notch Heart Nourishing Pill. Otherwise, there was no way to explain it!
"Damn it, they actually have Heart Nourishing Pills. Yes, they must have found the ruins of the Immortals. That black iron and the strange blue and white path were probably obtained from there."
Dongye Boyu did not expect that they could recover while sleeping. Even if it was only mentioned in a few words, he would not think so. He only thought that they had secretly taken some medicine.
A group of vagrant cultivators even had a strange material like black iron. They even had resistance against the Lightning Palm. It was not strange that they also had top-notch medicinal pills that could nourish the mind.
"They must be a group of country bumpkins who dug up treasures!" Dongye Boyu was heartbroken. He wondered why he did not have such a good life.
He watched as Mo Qiong refined once again. From time to time, he would cut off a portion of his chaotic mind.
He was purely harming himself to prevent himself from being affected by other people's thoughts. This made the refining speed even faster. Basically, he swallowed the remaining half of the Nascent Soul in two minutes.
This was much faster than the Evil King's refinement. How was this cultivation? This was self-harming!
He did not care about his own mind at all. Mo Qiong spat out blood crazily. His completely broken and damaged mind was mixed with countless dregs of memories.
The dregs were thrown away by 'cutting off'. Then, he used a special technique to keep the essence of his comprehension and fused it with his magic power.
Mo Qiong was in a daze. His Dao Palace was unstable and almost collapsed. However, he finally fused with his Nascent Soul completely.
Dongye Boyu looked at Mo Qiong in despair. He stepped into the Nascent Soul stage.
"Evil creature! Demon! "
"My Nascent Soul!" Dongye Boyu was furious. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
A hundred years of cultivation, but it was all for someone else. This blow, at some point, made him feel, "You might as well kill me!"
His Nascent Soul was completely refined. He had no hope of becoming an Immortal anymore.
At this moment, he was lying on the ground in despair. He was in so much pain that he could no longer maintain his composure. Even if his master saved him, he was still a mortal.
After experiencing the taste of being an Immortal Cultivator, he was beaten back to the mortal world. He suddenly felt that life was meaningless.
Becoming an Immortal was his dream. It was also the initial goal of every cultivator. Severing the Immortal Path was enough to make people die.
"Hahahaha!" Although Dongye Boyu was laughing, his face was full of tears.
His expression changed a few times. He had a complicated expression.
When he looked at Mo Qiong, he fainted again. Even if he was in the Nascent Soul stage, he was the weakest Nascent Soul.
At this moment, he was immediately carried into the house to sleep.
Of course, Dongye Boyu did not know that he would be fine after sleeping. He thought that he was carried in to take pills.
He thought that pills that could heal a severely injured mind within a day were extremely precious. Even if these people had them, they would not have many.
Even if they had dozens of pills, it would at most allow this group of people to quickly refine other people's Dao Fruits and reach the Nascent Soul stage. At most, they would reach the Primordial Essence stage.
And his master was a Four Symbols Realm cultivator with 1,800 years of cultivation. These people would definitely die.
"You guys stole my cultivation. This is no longer a personal grudge. You are enemies of the Clear Stream. Everyone has the right to kill such a demon. Not to mention the order that you guys are talking about, just this point alone is enough to make me an enemy of the 12 immortal sects. "Dongye Boyu slowly stood up and said.
He did not have the hatred that everyone expected. At this moment, he was calmly explaining the consequences that they would have to face.
Dongye Boyu already had no hope of becoming an immortal. Without a soul, even if his Niwan Palace was opened, he would not be able to become an immortal.
At this moment, he was actually equivalent to a clone on Earth, an artificial human. The moment his brain died, there was no process of his soul being destroyed. At the same time, his consciousness would be completely destroyed.
For such a mortal, even if he could live for a few more decades, he would not be taken seriously by other cultivators.
Even if his master saved him in consideration of their reputation, he would be thrown back to his hometown to fend for himself. He would completely bid farewell to the path of immortality. His former friends would definitely not care about him.
After seeing Mo Qiong fusing with his Nascent Soul, he already knew his future.
At this point, he would no longer have any fate with the path of immortality.
However, his thoughts were not purely that of a mortal. His hundred years of life was still vivid in his mind. After thinking about it, he suddenly had a kind of enlightenment.
What was the use of hatred and cursing? Even if he killed all of them, he would only be living a broken life.
This time, after losing his Dao Fruit and cutting off his thoughts, he had the demeanor of an immortal cultivator compared to when he was in the Nascent Soul stage.
"If you want to kill me, then kill me. Becoming an immortal is ultimately a dream," Dongye Boyu said calmly.
Without waiting for Master Gou to speak, Adams laughed and said, "Do you want to die?"
Dongye Boyu shook his head slightly. Looking at the bustling refugees who were building houses outside the manor, he said softly, "After all, people want to live. For a mouthful of rice, they can give up their lives. However, for the sake of living, they want to desperately eat a mouthful of rice. "
"Birth, old age, sickness, and death are natural principles. However, begging to live and fearing death is also human nature. In order to live a long life, people have to cultivate against the heavens. In this world of mountains and rivers, countless immortal cultivators step forward one after another. In order to live a long life, they can fight with their lives on the line. They even dare to risk their lives in a place of death. "
"Is this following the will of the heavens to live, or seizing fate from the heavens?"
"When people live in this world, they defy the heavens in favorable circumstances and follow the heavens in adversity. However, that's what people say. Who really cares about the will of the heavens? "
Dongye Boyu narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky full of stars. He said with a smile, "He said … the human heart is the will of the heavens. It's truly a famous saying."
"Eh?" Master Gou looked at him in surprise.
Dongye Boyu also looked at him and said, "Even if you don't kill me, you won't be able to change the result. Your cultivation is the demonic path in their eyes. What you want to do is to become the enemy of the world. Countless cultivators will come to stop you. Even if my master comes personally, it won't be to save me. I want to live, but my life and death is no longer in my own hands … No, it has always been like this. "
"Everyone struggles in the mortal world. Immortal cultivators are no exception. They only brag about being detached. Some people don't see through it, and some people don't say anything. My life is no longer in my hands. No matter if I want to die or not, if you want to kill me, I can't resist. Just like these mayfly like refugees. "
"Living in a chaotic world without seeing the Great Dao and dying because of it, so what?"
Adams laughed loudly and said, "I didn't expect you to be more like an immortal cultivator after falling into the mortal world!"
"If your state of mind hadn't been destroyed, you would've been a pretty good theoretical immortal cultivator."
"Come, come, come. I have a Dao De Jing!"
"???" Dongye Boyu, who was looking at the sky with his hands clasped behind his back, looked at him in confusion.
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