Nuwa, the goddess of immortality, said that cultivating immortality does not require spiritual energ

After understanding the predicament Shen Yan was facing, Qin Le had already thought of a possible solution.

However, he still asked first, "Does the Celestial Venerable... have any opinion on this?"

In Qin Le's view, this innate limitation of the gods should not be an insurmountable problem for the sages.

As Shen Yan is the newly accepted disciple of the Celestial Venerable of Morality, the Celestial Venerable has no reason to sit idly by.

Upon hearing this question, Shen Yan scratched his head and smiled, "My master said that when I reach the Golden Immortal Perfection and touch that 'ceiling,' he will personally help me break the restrictions that Heaven has placed on the bloodline of the God Clan, and assist me in my breakthrough."

Although burdened by the inherent shackles of his race, Shen Yan himself did not seem too bothered by it.

After all, behind him stood a true saintly master who had already paved the way for him.

"I see. Then there's really nothing to worry about." Qin Le nodded with a smile.

Although it is unclear what specific methods the Celestial Venerable of Morality will use, sages are beings who transcend the rules of Heaven, and the so-called constraints of Heaven are perhaps just a trivial matter in their eyes.

As for why we don't help Shen Yan get rid of it now?

Qin Le could probably guess the reason: he simply wanted Shen Yan to enjoy the blessings of the Heavenly Dao brought by his resurrected race identity for a longer period of time.

Whether it's Shen Yan or An Yun from the Doushuai Palace, the reason why their cultivation speed is so amazing is partly because they carry the fortune of the entire clan, and partly because the revived race itself has received special favor from the Heavenly Dao.

At this moment, under Shen Yan's slightly puzzled gaze, Qin Le took out two pieces of wood, about the length of a finger and completely black, from his storage space—firewood.

Then, with a slight thought, Qin Le drew out a tiny wisp of tinder and a wisp of imperial fire from his dantian and carefully injected them into the two pieces of fire-nurturing wood.

Two streams of fire quietly burned within the wood, emanating distinct yet equally vast and profound auras.

After doing all this, Qin Le handed the two pieces of firewood to Shen Yan: "Take these, they should be helpful to you."

Looking at the two small flames dancing in front of him, Shen Yan was first stunned, then his eyes flashed with understanding and surprise.

The core law of Heaven, imprinted in his blood, is fire, and the immortal path he comprehends is also the immortal path of fire.

These two streams of fire undoubtedly provided immeasurable assistance to his understanding of higher levels of the Dao of Fire.

He didn't hesitate to accept it, but solemnly accepted it with both hands: "Thank you!"

"You're welcome." Qin Le smiled gently.

Qin Le always felt a special sense of responsibility towards these races who had been able to see the light of day again thanks to him, and he would help them whenever he could.

He hasn't decided what to give to the newborns of the other nine clans yet, but if he encounters them, he naturally won't be stingy.

The two chatted casually for a while longer before Qin Le got up to take his leave. Shen Yan didn't try to stop him, since they were both in the Heavenly Realm and meeting up wouldn't be difficult.

Qin Le then returned to Lingye City and stepped into the glow of the teleportation array once more.

He planned to proceed as originally intended to the next battlefield for on-site observation in order to confirm his suspicions.

Meanwhile, deep in a remote mountain forest somewhere in the celestial realm.

Ye Hongli followed the two traitors silently, like a phantom blending into the shadows.

The two men, one an old man in black robes and the other a young man in gray robes, were both surrounded by a distinctive gray-black chaotic aura.

Ye Hongli was not concerned with the specific purpose of their trip.

She was simply waiting patiently for the perfect moment to strike—when the two of them separated.

Although she was confident of winning against two opponents, she was afraid that the two of them would spread the news of the attack before they died.

Once she alerts the enemy, it will be even more difficult for her to infiltrate a new traitor's stronghold.

Ye Hongli was fully aware of the traitors' current predicament.

Several years ago, in an attempt to seize Qin Le's specially made Dharma body, three of the ten strongholds were permanently destroyed, and five others were severely damaged, and it would be difficult for them to recover for hundreds of years.

Not long ago, she personally destroyed one of the remaining two strongholds.

Now, there is only one target left for her to infiltrate.

Thinking about this, Ye Hongli couldn't help but feel a little depressed—potential prey and resources were becoming increasingly scarce.

She followed the two for more than ten days and, from their sporadic conversations, roughly figured out their identities and the purpose of their trip.

The two seemed to be planning to cause trouble in Lingye City, but they didn't reveal their specific plans during their conversation, and Ye Hongli hadn't found out yet.

A few days later, the old man in black robes in front suddenly stopped and looked sharply in a certain direction.

He pondered for a moment, then turned to the gray-robed youth and said, "Wait here while I go and investigate."

Upon hearing this, the gray-robed youth smiled knowingly: "Alright, you may go ahead. I will wait here."

The old man in black robes nodded, his figure transforming into a wisp of black smoke as he sped off in the direction he sensed.

The young man in the gray robe relaxed, sat down with his back against an ancient tree, closed his eyes to rest, and waited quietly.

However, instead of the old man in black robes, he was greeted by another visitor.

A young man dressed in white, also surrounded by an aura of chaos, appeared silently not far in front of him.

The gray-robed youth immediately stood up alertly, his brow furrowing slightly: "He Shan? When did you get here?"

He recognized the white-robed youth as He Shan, who originally belonged to another Bishop Lü and was of similar strength to him, also at the Golden Immortal level.

The white-clad youth named He Shan smiled, his tone carrying a mixture of goodwill and helplessness:

"I ran into some trouble with Bishop Lü and can no longer stay here. I wonder if I could switch to Bishop Hong's service? I hope you can make an introduction."

Upon hearing that the other party wanted to switch allegiance, the gray-robed youth raised an eyebrow, and his smile became more sincere:

"Of course! Bishop Hong is eager to find talented people. He will certainly welcome someone as talented as Brother He."

Within the ranks of traitors, switching allegiances is not uncommon.

Perhaps they were dissatisfied with the original owner, or perhaps they were seeking better opportunities; their motives varied.

Everyone was used to this and wasn't worried about any trouble—after all, no matter which bishop they followed, they were ultimately serving the Holy Lord, and no one dared to slack off when carrying out their mission.

The two exchanged pleasantries and approached each other step by step.

When the two were less than three meters apart, a sense of alarm suddenly arose in the gray-robed youth's mind!

He almost instinctively tried to back away!

However, his back slammed solidly into an invisible, intangible, yet indestructible wall!

At the same time, the ground beneath his feet silently transformed into a deep black vortex, emitting a terrifying suction force that slowly dragged him downwards!

"He Shan! What do you want to do?!" The gray-robed youth was both shocked and angry, and shouted sharply.

He tried everything, but found that neither breaking free from his restraints nor sending messages worked at all!

"Guess?" The fake He Shan revealed a mocking and smug smile.

"Aren't you afraid of being punished by the Holy Lord for attacking me?!" the gray-robed youth shouted, trying to intimidate the other party with the prestige of Chaos.

Upon hearing this, the fake He Shan looked at him as if he were a hopeless fool.

"Why do you think... I dared to do this?" Fake He Shan slowly posed a rhetorical question.

The gray-robed youth was struck dumb, instantly realizing what had happened, his eyes filled with immense fear: "You're not He Shan! Who are you?!"

He finally figured it out!

The person before him, though identical in appearance and aura to He Shan, displayed a strange method and an unfathomable power of control that was far beyond what the He Shan he knew could possess!

"Well..." Ye Hongli, disguised as He Shan, tilted her head, her smile turning cold and cruel: "Take your time guessing."

As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly formed a hand seal.

The black vortex suddenly accelerated its rotation, and the suction force increased dramatically. The gray-robed youth was completely swallowed up and disappeared without a trace before he could even scream.

The mountains and forests returned to a deathly silence.