A cultivator's time was both precious and not that precious.
Cultivators fought against the heavens.
A Foundation Establishment cultivator had a lifespan of two hundred years, while a Golden Elixir had a lifespan of five hundred years.
For a Foundation Establishment cultivator, they had to break through to the Golden Elixir within two hundred years to fight for the extra three hundred years of lifespan of the Golden Elixir. Naturally, they had to seize every second.
However, regardless of whether it was cultivating techniques or refining magic tools, cultivators usually used months and years as a unit of measurement.
Therefore, in the long dimension, cultivators were the group of people who had the least concept of time.
Just like now.
All the guards in the building were gathered here, quietly waiting for the results of the Warden's interrogation, as if they didn't notice the passage of time.
…
The Warden.
It was completely different from the gloomy prison in the mortal world. This place was bright and clean, without a speck of dust.
Today's Warden was unprecedentedly grand.
One by one, the rooms were arranged with Spirit Restriction Formations. At this moment, the cultivators captured by the Warden were all imprisoned.
In one of the cells, smoke filled the air, and a peculiar sandalwood incense burned continuously.
This was Soul Enchanting Incense, which had an extremely significant effect on the Soul Enchanting Technique used by cultivators.
The Warden's members had a variety of methods to pry information out of cultivators.
The most common method was to use some unique techniques to torture the captured cultivators. When they couldn't endure the pain, they would naturally confess everything.
However, cultivators were mostly people with strong wills. Often, there were cultivators who could endure the pain that ordinary people couldn't endure.
At this time, they would need to use more advanced methods, such as illusion techniques, Soul Enchanting Techniques, Soul Searching Techniques, and other spirit techniques.
Liu Mi was a spirit cultivator who was proficient in Soul Enchanting Techniques.
Liu Mi quietly sized up Daoist Master Profound Ming, whose face was covered with shocking blood spots.
He, who knew the methods of his Warden colleagues like the back of his hand, could see that these were traces left behind by Bloodthirsty Ants.
Bloodthirsty Ants were extremely small and would enter a cultivator's body through their pores. They would then constantly wander around, devouring blood until the cultivator's blood was sucked dry and turned into a dried corpse.
During this process, not only would the cultivator's body itch, but they would also be in extreme pain. It could definitely be considered a cruel torture.
However, Daoist Dark Nether did not relent in the face of such torture. That was why Daoist Dark Nether had handed him over to be dealt with.
Thinking of this, Liu Mi sighed, "If you have such a strong will, why would you do such a forbidden thing?"
Daoist Master Xuanming looked at Liu Mi expressionlessly. "The heretical orthodoxy has always been like this. This is a matter of course. How is it against the rules?"
Liu Mi shook his head and did not say anything else to Daoist Master Profound Ming.
It had always been meaningless to argue with others about whose view was correct.
With a thought, Liu Mi's enormous Spirit power poured out from between his brows and surged toward Daoist Profound Nether.
Daoist Master Profound Ming's cold eyes gradually lost their luster. His pupils moved upwards, leaving only the whites of his eyes.
This was a sign that the Bewitching Spell had taken effect.
Suddenly, Liu Mi's expression changed. She staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"You!" After stabilizing himself, Liu Mi pointed at Daoist Dark Nether, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The instant the Bewitching Spell took effect, Daoist Master Profound Ming actually ignored the restrictions of the Spirit Sealing Formation and used some strange spell to disintegrate his Spirit.
The fluctuations produced by the disintegration of his Spirit also caused Liu Mi, who had probed Daoist Master Profound Ming's Spirit with her Spirit power, to suffer a heavy blow.
However, Daoist Master Profound Ming's situation was even worse. Traces of blood continuously seeped out of his seven orifices.
Once the Spirit disintegrated, the soul would truly scatter. There wouldn't even be a chance for reincarnation.
Daoist Master Profound Ming's decisiveness was unexpected to Liu Mi.
"You so-called Righteous Daoist want to obtain the information you want from me? Dream on! "
Daoist Master Profound Ming saw Liu Mi's gloomy expression and laughed sinisterly before slowly closing his eyes.
His body, which had lost all signs of life, was no longer able to support itself. Like a pile of mud, he fell to the ground.
* Pa! *
A chess piece heavily landed on the chessboard.
The person below the chessboard had a burly figure and looked to be around thirty years old. He wore a grey robe and had a high nose and wide mouth. He had a square face that showed that he had been through a lot.
"You still haven't found the reason why the Mirror Snatching Plan failed in Origin Mountain City?"
Two cold, lightning-like gazes suddenly swept across the face of the person in front of him.
Sitting opposite the burly man was an old man with white hair and a beard.
If Dantai Qingrun was here, she would definitely be able to recognize that this old man was the former City Lord of Origin Mountain City, Rakshasa Luo Yan, who had disappeared after the battle in Origin Mountain City.
Rakshasa looked at the two cannons on the chessboard that had crossed the river. His face was gloomy as he lightly moved his chess piece and jumped on his horse to defend.
"Lord Shura, I have already thoroughly investigated all the people who were involved in the operation in Origin Mountain City. There are no clues at all.
However, I have been planning in Origin Mountain City for many years and have investigated every detail. Other than a traitor, I really can't find any other reason for the failure of the Mirror Snatching Plan. "
It turned out that this burly middle-aged man was the person in charge of Hades in the River Suppression Prefecture, Shura.
"If you have played chess for an hour and still don't know who the lousy chess player is, then …" In response to Rakshasa's explanation, Shura's face was cold as he entered the carriage camp. On the chessboard, the carriage, horse and cannon formed a three-piece formation.
"Then you are the lousy chess player!"
Rakshasa remained silent for a long while before replying in a hoarse voice, "I understand."
Shura used his chess piece to kill and took down Rakshasa's pegasus in one bite.
"I just received news that we are not sure how the cat got out of the bag. River Suppression Tower has mobilized all the guards and cultivators to capture all the evil cultivators who were working with us to refine corpse puppets for us."
Rakshasa's hand trembled slightly, but in the end, he steadied himself and added an elephant to his horn to block the Asura's chain of attacks.
"In the process of communicating with those evil cultivators, our men have never exposed their true identities or revealed their faces.
Even if River Suppression Tower has heaven-defying means to pry open the mouths of those evil cultivators, they won't be able to obtain any useful information, right? "
Shura was expressionless as he swallowed the elephant: "Among all the Hall Masters, you are the most cautious and thorough in your plans. I originally thought highly of you.
However, don't you feel that the current situation is familiar?
You have been deceiving yourself in Origin Mountain City. Even though you discovered some clues, you did not take it seriously and stubbornly carried on with your original plan, causing the many years of planning in Origin Mountain City to go to waste.
Forget about that, after this battle, haven't you learned your lesson? "
Sensing the dissatisfaction in Shura's words, Rakshasa's back was drenched in cold sweat. At the same time, he hurriedly retracted the chess piece in his hand: "My lord, you are right. Then what do we do now?"
Shura once again swallowed the chess piece that Rakshasa had retracted: "Do you know what is the most taboo in chess?"
Without waiting for Rakshasa's reply, Shura coldly said: "The most frightening thing in chess is to fall into the opponent's rhythm.
Just like what you are doing now. You are in a passive position, blindly adjusting your chess pieces to defend against my attacks. In fact, every move you make is within my expectations.
How can you win if you play chess like this? "
Rakshasa was startled and seemed to have understood something. He gradually changed his chess moves and retracted the chess piece: "So, what we need to do now is to interrupt Zhishou Tower's rhythm."
Shura glanced at the direction of Rakshasa's chess pieces and sneered: "Your understanding is not bad. However, now that your chess pieces have almost been swallowed up, you only reacted and chose to take the initiative to attack and disrupt my plan. In my opinion, this is just a meaningless struggle."
Rakshasa's expression was somewhat ugly, mixed with some doubts: "Then … what should we do?"
Shura stretched out his hand, crossing the Chu He Han boundary, and gently picked up Rakshasa's chess piece. Then, he suddenly flipped the chessboard.
The chess pieces scattered and rolled on the ground.
Shura grabbed the chess piece in his hand tightly, his tone filled with killing intent: "Worshiping ghosts and gods relies on incense, playing chess relies on the chess piece!
As long as the chess piece is still there, no matter how bad the game is, it is not considered a loss.
Since we are already at a disadvantage in a direct confrontation, we might as well flip the chessboard and end things! "
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