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Chapter 925 - Chapter 925 Chapter 591 The First Spiritual Root of the Lower

Chapter 925: Chapter 591: The First Spiritual Root of the Lower World from Those Years Chapter 925: Chapter 591: The First Spiritual Root of the Lower World from Those Years This was also another main reason why Jiang Hui decided to target this white mystical turtle.

Otherwise, just for a single immortal elixir, it wouldn’t have been worth his while to act personally, at the very least.

Immortal elixirs are indeed very precious, rare in this world, but to Jiang Hui, they had long been of no use, and for most of his core disciples, they were likewise of little effect.

Like Tu Wa Zi, Gu Chen, and those of half-demon descent, most had already reached the Realm of Quasi Immortal King.

Although that realm paled in comparison to a true Immortal King, it far exceeded a True Immortal. After reaching that realm, their life had evolved to such an extent that it’s no exaggeration to say their flesh and blood could rival that of immortal elixirs.

The immortal plant the White Turtle carried on its back only held great allure to supreme beings who had not yet achieved immortality.

Taken as an elixir, whether cultivating the Law of Life or the Immortal Ancient Method, it could produce remarkable effects, significantly increasing the chances of breaking through to the Immortal Path Field. While it wasn’t a hundred percent certainty, even a ten percent increase in the likelihood of success was astounding.

However, if Jiang Hui remembered correctly, when he was in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, although this old mystical turtle’s shell already bore treasure medicinal plants, it wasn’t carrying this Longevity Immortal Medication.

It was evident.

This must have been a recent acquisition by the other party.

To be precise, it was after it entered the Immortal Domain, relying on its talent for affinity with All Spirits, that it discovered it.

And this Old White Turtle’s intention was nothing more than the vain hope to ascend to the Immortal Realm in one leap, from that point on to enjoy a carefree and exuberant life, unburdened by the karma of time.

After entering the Immortal Domain, it had continuously remained in a dormant state, shunning visibility, for fear that someone might covet its medicine.

Now, sensing that the heavens and earth were on the verge of a major reckoning, it had no choice but to expose itself in search of a suitable hideout to wait for the immortal medicine to mature.

Otherwise, no matter how ancient the turtle’s identity or how senior its generation, it might have long since been stewed and shared.

To creatures below immortality, the allure of the Elixir of Immortality was unimaginable.

Jiang Hui wasn’t particularly interested in the medicine; he merely wanted to cultivate this White Turtle into a second counterfeit medicine seller.

Both the White Turtle that carried the immortal elixir and The First Spiritual Root of the Lower World were rare spiritual beings since the dawn of creation and should be worthy of emulation.

Beyond that, Jiang Hui had other plans.

He wanted to fuse the First Spiritual Root of the Lower World with the immortal medicine on the White Turtle’s body. To put it simply, it was a grafting, merging two spiritual life forms that probably could produce an extraordinary effect, capable of truly breaking through the King and achieving Emperorship.

“The medicine seller, in order to successfully break through the King and achieve Emperorship, had split his True Body into six segments and scattered them across the cosmos long before the ancient times. The First Spiritual Root of the Lower World is just one of them, with the remains drifting in the karma of various Immortal Kings, emulating their Dao markings, and seeking to comprehend the Dao fruits of those giants.

It’s just a pity that direct action by me is of no use, as it won’t increase Experience Points; otherwise, capturing it and raising it in the rear mountain wouldn’t be too bad.

However, it would work if my followers brought it back. Still, letting them face an Immortal King alone entails a certain risk… but this segment is worth snatching!”

Jiang Hui reflected inwardly.

For low-rank cultivators, this Spiritual Root was almost worth fighting over to the death. But for some who knew of the Spiritual Root’s existence, they dared not touch it, lest they incur overwhelming karma.

Back when he was still in the Lower Realm, many Sect Leader Level beings had fought fiercely over it, but in the end, they all became fertilizer for The First Spiritual Root of the Lower World.

But for Jiang Hui, who had now reached his current realm, there was naturally no need to worry about that so-called overwhelming karma.

At the same time, Jiang Hui sent out a psychic call to the various prodigies within the village.

In an instant, dozens of figures rushed out from every corner of the village, their presence as Quasi Immortal Kings whistling past.

The area of Liu Village wasn’t small.

After many years of development, the actual territory the village occupied had grown to rival the size of an Ancient Star of life, surrounded by immortal mountains, with auspicious beasts and spiritual birds flying about. It had been divided into many small domains of life, having long reached the inconceivable.

Not to mention the vast expanse of Immortal King City which ran throughout the outer areas.

“Lord Willow God, did you call for us?”

Once everyone had arrived, Tu Wa Zi, taking the lead, spoke first, uttering his words with utmost respect.

He had been in the village for the longest time, of the same generation as Gu Chen, but most of the time, Gu Wa Zi tended to keep silent, preferring not to stand out. Hence, it was usually Tu Wa Zi who spoke on behalf of everyone.

These were also the rules that Old man Lin had entrusted to everyone. Otherwise, if a bunch of people started speaking all at once, turning Lord Willow God’s presence into something resembling a marketplace, it would be unseemly. Even though, in the eyes of Old man Lin, Lord Willow God had always been generous and magnanimous, as subordinates sheltered under Lord Willow God’s wings, they mustn’t let their humility turn into disrespect, failing to recognize their place in the scheme of things.

Jiang Hui didn’t really care, but he didn’t refute Old man Lin’s suggestion either. The other was only concerned about maintaining propriety.

As a Sacrificial Spirit, one didn’t need to be aloof, but one must remain detached; the most important thing was that everything needed to pass through one’s own hands. Rules were made by those below, and as long as they stayed within reasonable boundaries, they were acceptable.

“Bring it back, first place will be rewarded with thirty drops of Weak Water!”

Jiang Hui nodded almost imperceptibly and then waved his hand delicately as if it were sculpted from mutton-fat jade. In an instant, ripple-like waves visible to the naked eye oscillated through the vacuum.