In this simple abode.
Piled up... were fragmented Nascent Souls.
But they hadn't died, their eyes still held an undispersed divine light, only it appeared incredibly dazed, even more difficult than simply dying.
If I were to live in such a state one day, Li Ye would rather end it himself than live like this.
Indeed, it's quite horrifying.
Nascent Souls, no matter where they are, aren't low-tier cultivators.
Yet the outcome is still like this.
If this scene were painted with essence added, it might shatter the Taoist hearts of some cultivators.
Even Li Ye was startled.
"What are these...?" He looked at the ancestor with the surname Yue, but the other party seemed entirely uninterested in introducing himself, merely saying:
"Didn't I say it?"
"Smell it and you can only live for three hundred and sixty years."
"Only by eating one... can you live for forty-seven thousand years."
