NOVPUBYin God Power was the only method Wang Ba could think of that might help the Yuyang Patriarch restore his original body.
But after pondering it for a while, Wang Ba elected to remain silent.
He had only just entered the Nascent Soul Realm, and even though his soul had greatly benefited from absorbing Han Yanzi’s remaining pure soul power, the amount of Yin God Power required to restore a Class V magic treasure was undoubtedly a terrifying quantity.
If he focused all his efforts on this matter, it would only hinder his cultivation.
The White Clothed Child didn’t notice Wang Ba’s thoughts. His physical body was damaged, and after staying outside for a while, it quickly began to grow ethereal.
He hurriedly transformed into a streak of light and entered the Yuyang Drum.
He said, "If you need anything, just call me."
Upon receiving the Yuyang Patriarch’s personal promise, a slight surge of optimism rose in Wang Ba’s heart. However, he quickly posed a question:
"Yuyang Patriarch, do you happen to know the whereabouts of the Azure Nether Patriarch?"
This treasure was the personal prized possession of the former Sect Master Shao, owned by all the previous sect masters.
Yet, for some reason, after the Sky Rift, the Class V supreme Azure Nether Mirror had never returned to the Sect.
He, Qu Shentong, and the elders Ji Ying and Xumi had all searched for it, but to no avail.
From inside the Yuyang Drum, soon came the White Clothed Child’s uncertain voice:
"I only remember sealing the realm membrane black hole with Xun FuJun. Not long after, I felt the presence of Azure Nether and Shao Yangzi closing the heaven, but as I was struggling to save myself afterward, I wasn’t quite clear on the situation."
Hearing this, Wang Ba felt a trace of disappointment:
"It seems it must have also been used to repair the heaven."
"If the Patriarch wishes, you may temporarily reside in my middle dantian."
The Yuyang Drum hesitated on the spot, and then with a slight tremor, swiftly shrank and entered the region near Wang Ba’s heart, swiftly vanishing from sight.
After sensing with his thoughts for a moment, Wang Ba allocated a portion of his outwardly overflowing spiritual energy to nourish the Yuyang Drum, and then he severed the connection between the Yuyang Drum and the outside world, no longer concerning himself with it.
His gaze fell over the Spirit Chickens leisurely pecking at their feed, and Wang Ba then remembered an important matter:
"Right, I almost forgot. There are still those Incense Fire Dao cultivators who have yet to be dealt with."
He had been occupied with the heaven and earth decline, his promotion to Deputy Sect Master, and then dealing with the realm membrane fissure—there had hardly been a moment’s rest.
It was only now—having settled most of these matters and with Qu Shentong intentionally not disturbing him to let him focus on cultivation—that he found some spare time.
"But it’s not too late, is it?"
Wang Ba waved his sleeve, and immediately several figures flew out of the Scroll Dungeon, falling to the ground like chunks of dead flesh.
He looked up to see there were three to four hundred of them.
Even the least advanced among them had a Class III cultivation base.
The majority were Class IV.
"These Incense Fire Dao cultivators, as long as there are enough mortal populations, progress in cultivation exceedingly fast," Wang Ba couldn’t help but remark.
For a regular cultivator, even those from well-established and resource-rich Sects like the Wanxiang Sect and Longevity Sect, nurturing a Nascent Soul cultivator would take two to three hundred years, and the resources consumed were innumerable.
Yet the Kingdom of Immortals had only truly emerged two to three hundred years ago, and the number of Class IV cultivators they had amassed already made the entire Jin Dynasty pale in comparison.
It’s just that these Incense Fire Dao cultivators had weak combat abilities compared to others at their level, or else past Nascent Soul cultivators from the Jin Dynasty would have found it impossible to withstand them.
Of course, everything has a price; the cost of rapid advancement in cultivation was losing control over oneself and becoming the absolute vassal of the Evil God.
"But it’s not necessarily a bad thing; otherwise, where would one find so many materials?"
His gaze swept over the unconsciously sleeping Incense Fire Dao cultivators, his eyes cold and indifferent.
Incense Fire Dao cultivators earned the Evil God’s rewards entirely through merits, with the greatest merit being capturing mortals for the Evil God.
These Incense Fire Dao cultivators had reached the Nascent Soul Realm, clearly causing untold harm to countless individuals.
Therefore, no matter how he handled these Incense Fire Dao cultivators, he felt no moral burden whatsoever.
Wang Ba casually beckoned.
Following the "Skill of Dao Refining" left by Xun FuJun, Wang Ba randomly selected a cultivator and began the process of extracting Dao Intention.
Though it was his first attempt, his technique was extremely proficient.
Without the aid of specialized magic tools and spiritual liquid, he still smoothly began the extraction.
Even in a state of unconsciousness, the Incense Fire Dao cultivator couldn’t stop emitting a series of pitiful wails.
After a while.
Wang Ba looked at the depleted Incense Fire Dao cultivator, whose top of the head should have formed Dao Intention, yet it was empty.
Though the result wasn’t unexpected, he couldn’t help feeling somewhat disappointed:
"Not an iota of Dao Intention… Have these Incense Fire Dao cultivators reached such a realm without using their brains at all!"
"It seems this is the only way."
His gaze swept over the cultivators.
A glint of crimson and coldness flashed in Wang Ba’s eyes.
The next moment.
These unconscious Incense Fire Dao cultivators eerily opened their eyes simultaneously.
Then, some of them, with joy evident in their eyes, quickly moved toward the Class IV Spirit Chickens approaching without sensing any danger.
Others went directly toward the nearby Spirit Turtle Pond.
Under Wang Ba’s indifferent gaze, a soul shadow quickly emerged from each of the cultivators’ foreheads.
Then, like shooting stars, they all plunged into the bodies of these Spirit Chickens and Spirit Turtles!
