Transmigrated into the original heroine whose luck was plundered

Yu Ling looked at her with a smile, "Your senses are much sharper than those of my evil disciples..."

"You are right. This news was indeed released by someone else, and the purpose was naturally to kill me. But you are wrong about one thing. This method of resurrecting Jianmu is correct..."

Shen Qing was so nervous that he held his breath. If it was correct, then why didn't Jianmu grow after Yu Ling died, and why didn't the Immortal Gate open?

"With the seeds of Jianmu and the top-grade wood spirit roots, the monks can sacrifice and generate Jianmu, opening the gate to immortality. But after a thousand years, there is still no Jianmu. Is there any condition that was missed?"

Yu Ling smiled and said, "You are indeed a sharp thinker."

She waved her sleeves and put away the coffee table in front of her. Yu Ling stood up, and Shen Qing saw it and stood up as well.

Yu Ling's spiritual power overflowed from her palm, and a plant sprouted instantly, growing upwards. "Jianmu, rumor has it that it connects heaven and earth, and is a sacred tree that travels through all realms. Its branches can transport spiritual power from the immortal realm to the immortal realm. But..."

Yu Ling paused. The plant had grown to the ceiling. Without the nourishment of spiritual energy, the originally strong plant began to slowly shrink.

"Look, even such a small plant cannot do without the support of my spiritual power, let alone how much spiritual power the sacred tree connecting heaven and earth needs."

Shen Qing was shocked. She stared at the plant that was gradually shrinking. The guess in her heart was about to weigh her down.

"Growing Jianmu requires a lot of spiritual energy, and a Mahayana cultivator simply can't afford it. Maybe..."

Shen Qing covered her mouth, maybe it would take the spiritual power of an entire world.

Yu Ling looked at the man's wide eyes and actually found him cute. "You thought of that, didn't you? That's right, Jianmu's resurrection requires the sacrifice of the spiritual power of the entire world!"

Guessing it is one thing, being confirmed is another.

Shen Qing felt a little scared for a moment. The Jianmu tree, which connected heaven and earth and transported spiritual energy to the world of cultivation, had grown so wildly and even bloody.

When a world's spiritual energy is exhausted, it will degenerate into an absolute mortal world. The first to die are the monks and the intelligent monsters and beasts.

"At that time, many, many people will die..."

"Everything has sacrifices and costs. Otherwise, why would a mature Jianmu send down spiritual energy from the fairyland? Is it supposed to do so? Using up the spiritual energy of an entire world to feed Jianmu is compensation."

Yu Ling's eyes darkened. This price was too high. How many lives would be lost? But those people didn't care at all.

"Do your disciples know? The price is so high. Can they bear to see the lives of the entire world destroyed?"

Meeting Yu Ling's dark eyes, Shen Qing understood all at once, but his hands and feet were very cold.

"They know, right? Since they weren't the ones dying, they don't care..."

It was not until this moment that Shen Qing realized how great the temptation of becoming an immortal was. People were no longer human, but they were still thinking about becoming immortals.

It's ridiculous and sad.

But why? Do others deserve to sacrifice their lives for their immortality?

The life span of monks who lose their spiritual power will also come to an end. They will watch their youthful appearance turn old, no longer be able to cast any spells, and then die of old age.

The lifespan earned from the heavens will also be returned to the heavens. They will not even be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

"Fairy Yuling, if I were you, I would definitely skin the three of them alive."

Shen Qing closed his eyes.