'I think... it's called Yin Qi?'
'I really don't understand this world anymore.'
'Grandmasters, Qi Cultivation Immortals... they keep popping up. I wonder how much longer my cover will last...'
In Mortal Cultivation, a First Grade could part rivers and borrow the wind and snow of the heavens.
It was hard to imagine,
just how much stronger a Grandmaster, or even a Qi Cultivation Immortal, would be.
Riding clouds and mist, like ghosts or gods.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration.
'The Corpse Refining Order still has seventy percent of its Yin Qi. It can probably refine seven more First-Grade Peak corpses, or perhaps one Grandmaster...'
Su Chen remembered.
During the Jianwu Period.
When the Little Emperor ascended the throne, he had sealed the main body of the Grand Ancestor of Liang, Emperor Jianwu, inside the Black Coffin.
There really were the remains of a Grandmaster-level Demon Fiend in the Imperial City.
'Where was that Black Coffin again?'
