After achieving sainthood, one basically says goodbye to eating and only needs to meditate and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. However, the Netherworld Abyss is an exception, because there is no spiritual energy here at all, and even demonic energy is pitifully scarce.
Here, Feng Jiutian's teleportation and use of magic power consume the spiritual energy stored in his dantian's holy infant and his entire body's muscles and bones. Of course, he can also use the pills in his storage space. If he only wants to maintain his life, he can live for hundreds of thousands of years, provided that he is merely existing.
After accidentally entering this place, he did try to find an exit, but the entrance to the Demon Abyss was in the endless darkness above his head, and even if he exhausted all his spiritual power, he might not be able to fly up. Moreover, this place had its own suction force, and the higher he flew, the stronger the suction force became.
In the days without observing Xiang Wan, Feng Jiutian had tried various methods, consuming fifty or sixty percent of his spiritual energy, but to no avail. In the end, he had no choice but to return to the vicinity of the Purple Flame Pool and stare at Xiang Wan in a daze.
Since discovering that her newly formed body could withstand the tempering of the purple flames, Xiang Wan would frequently go to the Purple Flame Pool to endure the pain of being devoured by countless ants, all to absorb as much of the flames as possible, widen her body's meridians, and lay a foundation for the future. She knew that outside of this place, there would likely be no other place in the world with such pure purple flames.
In addition, she also needs to use the purple flames as cover to conceal the fact that she is absorbing ghosts.
In the eyes of those who claim to be righteous and to cultivate immortality and become gods, absorbing the unconscious souls of others who will eventually dissipate into the world is a heretical path that everyone should kill.
Few demons directly absorb souls like Xiang Wan. Instead, they use a refining artifact to erase the consciousness of the living soul, refine it, and then absorb it into their own body. Xiang Wan's method achieves the same result through different means.
Most demons cultivate by absorbing demonic energy; few practice methods that involve seizing souls and stealing spirits. Anyone who does is considered a heinous villain, even if it's merely absorbing the souls of the dead. Those who directly absorb living souls, or kill someone before absorbing their soul, are not only despised by those in the immortal path, but also by most demons. This is because they, too, desire rebirth after death; no one wants to be devoured, even without consciousness.
When it comes to cultivating immortality, after shattering the core and forming the nascent soul, as long as the nascent soul remains intact, one can possess another's body and be reborn. This is essentially devouring another's soul directly and reviving through their body. This method is no less cruel than that of the demons, and perhaps even more vicious. Yet, both demons and gods consider it perfectly normal and justifiable—this is discrimination!
But there was no other way; if Xiang Wan didn't absorb the ghosts, she had no other source of energy to maintain her form. How could she easily reveal her true nature before she had built up enough goodwill?
Having watched for long enough, Xiang Wan decided to give Feng Jiutian a chance to experience what it's like to hold a beauty in your arms.
That day, Xiang Wan emerged from the Purple Flame Pool and casually summoned a ghostly flower, which rested on her fingertip to provide light.
The light of the ghosts could not reach more than a foot; in this dark abyss, its presence or absence made no difference. But the blind man lighting the lamp was not for his own eyes, but for the eyes of others.
Once outside the range of the purple flames, in the pitch-black environment, a faint blue light slowly moved forward, visible even from hundreds of meters away.
After walking slowly for a quarter of an hour, we arrived at an open space. Within a radius of fifty meters, there were scattered bones.
The number of corpses thrown down from above has reached a terrifying level over the years. The place where the corpses were piled up hasn't changed, but such mountains of corpses and bones are no longer seen in this Demon Abyss. Why? Because within the Demon Abyss, there are hurricanes formed by dark energy.
Every so often, the dark energy would gather, sweeping back and forth in the Demon Abyss, moving corpses and bones, and finally converging into the Purple Flame Pool.
Therefore, the skeletons seen outside are only a drop in the ocean compared to the countless corpses; the Purple Flame Pool is the true burial place of billions of corpses.
Feng Jiutian was unaware of the situation, but Xiang Wan needed to show him the unique aspects of the Demon Abyss.
A cool breeze stirred the hair by her ears, but soon it escalated into a hurricane capable of overturning a person. Xiang Wan held the ghostly figure in her hand, her body unsteady.
By the time the hurricane had formed, Xiang Wan had already run to the edge and was desperately trying to get away.
The darkness seemed to have eyes; it blew wherever there was shelter from the wind.
Knowing that Feng Jiutian was meditating somewhere, Xiang Wan deliberately ran past him and then, with a thud, fell to the ground. Even as she fell, she didn't open her hand.
Turning around to face the hurricane, Xiang Wan looked terrified and frightened, forgetting how to react.
She was gambling, gambling on whether Feng Jiutian was willing to give up her, the only person he could communicate with, and wait alone in this Demon Abyss for the opportunity to leave.
As it turned out, there was absolutely no suspense involved.
When a person is in a desolate environment where all that's left is to wait for death, even if the other party is an enemy, he is willing to leave them behind just to keep them company.
When the hurricane was less than a foot away from her toes, Xiang Wan felt a sudden lightness in her body and instantly felt the world spinning around her.
When she came to her senses, she was already in a corner that was not easy for others to notice. The hard object behind her was digging into her back and buttocks, causing them to ache.
Xiang Wan grimaced, tears welling up in her eyes from the pain.
Since she condensed this body, she has never been bumped or hit. Apart from being burned by the purple flames, she has never been injured by any external force.
Tempering bones and muscles is one thing, but physical resilience is another. What's especially infuriating is that she was lying on the ground; if she wanted to save someone, why not just carry them in a princess carry? Has anyone ever seen someone so desperate to save someone have the mind to flip them over and teleport them on their shoulder? This way of saving someone is absolute proof of Feng Jiutian's chauvinistic tendencies, bar none.
Xiang Wan's eyes were brimming with tears, about to fall but not quite, making her look incredibly pitiful.
As a result, she tried to wink at the blind man again. Before she could see Feng Jiutian's expression clearly, her vision was suddenly blocked.
A faint, pleasant fragrance lingered around my nose; it was the scent of Feng Jiutian.
Xiang Wan's lips twitched, and she took back what she had just said. Feng Jiutian not only had that one chauvinistic trait, but also this one: when faced with a beautiful woman throwing herself into his arms, instead of offering gentle words of comfort, he simply and crudely threw his robe at her to cover her body.
No wonder he's never had a partner; what woman could stand someone like that?
To actually be with someone like that, you'd have to be a brainless fanatic who only wants to feast their eyes and doesn't care about any interaction.
Feng Jiutian turned to leave, but Xiang Wan grabbed his hem.
We've finally got this opportunity, how can we let it slip by?
So, Feng Jiutian stiffened as he was embraced by the trembling, warm and fragrant woman huddled in front of him, making him feel extremely uncomfortable, as if he had nowhere to put his hands and feet.
A hurricane swept past, and the two were separated by robes. Xiang Wan's hair was blown up and floated directly above her head. The ghostly spirit in her palm emitted a faint light from her fingertips, reflecting in Xiang Wan's bright and beautiful eyes, exuding a strong sense of trust.
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