After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

The instant the light in his sea of ​​consciousness locked onto the location, Qin He's figure had already transformed into a faint shadow and swept out of the valley.

The golden and black laws enveloped him as he pierced through the clouds, oblivious to the traces of the divine court's search along the way.

He pushed the Void Concealing Step to its limit, leaving only tiny ripples in the surrounding space; even the wind couldn't keep up with his trajectory.

The speed of a cultivator in the Other Shore Realm is already beyond the mortal realm. With the addition of the Primal Law harmonizing their aura, after three days and three nights of traveling day and night, the deserted temple in the mountain valley finally came into view.

Qin He lightly touched the threshold of the dilapidated temple with his toes, and the power of the laws spread out first, locking the aura of the surrounding world.

It wasn't out of caution, but rather out of fear that external disturbances would wake the people inside the temple, even if they were already unconscious.

In front of the altar, Wei Yuanji huddled on the ground, his coarse cloth jacket covered in dust and dried dark stains, his breathing so weak it was almost nonexistent.

That once somewhat honest face was now nothing but skin and bones, with prominent cheekbones, cracked lips that bled, and not a trace of spiritual energy emanating from it; he was just a mortal with barely a breath of life.

Qin He crouched down, his fingertips lightly touching the center of the forehead with the gold and black veins.

The divine sense seeped into Wei Yuanji's body like a thin stream, and as soon as it entered his meridians, it sensed the bone-chilling damage.

The sea of ​​qi, which should have been full of spiritual energy, had long since shattered into countless fragments, and the aura of the laws was in disarray, unable to even maintain the most basic circulation of spiritual energy.

The meridians and energy points were broken inch by inch, as if they had been crushed by some kind of domineering law, leaving only a few scattered self-healing lights to barely survive.

Qin He's eyes darkened slightly.

He could clearly see that traces of the opening of the inner sea remained in Wei Yuanji's body. Although the imprint of the laws of the Wheel Sea Realm was faint, it had truly existed.

Nourished by the spiritual energy of the upper realm, this mediocre boy eventually broke through the threshold by accumulating knowledge and experience.

But this opportunity ultimately vanished.

With renewed spiritual awareness, they finally detected a hint of something amiss.

Within the cracks of the shattered Qi Sea, several strands of mutated merit power were hidden, dim yet stubborn, and strangely wrapped with a hint of evil, as if it had been corrupted by some kind of power.

In addition, there was the residual nourishing power of the elixir, as well as traces of a rudimentary self-healing technique, which he had given to Wei Yuanji as a reward years ago.

It was the combination of these things that barely kept him alive, allowing him to endure for so long in a desperate situation where his Qi Sea was shattered and his meridians were severed.

Who did it?

Qin He muttered to himself, his fingertips subtly moving, and a wisp of pure primordial power flowed into Wei Yuanji's body, temporarily stabilizing his life force as it dwindled to almost nothing.

The being who severely injured Wei Yuanji was no ordinary cultivator.

Standing up, Qin He looked around the dilapidated temple, his gaze falling on the broken statue of a god.

The wooden frame was rotten and the paint was peeling off, but the base of the statue exuded a magnificence that was out of place with its surroundings.

The base, made of bluish-white jade, is covered in thick dust, yet the exquisitely carved cloud patterns on it are still visible. Although there are some chips and scratches on the edges, it is clear that the original specifications were extraordinary.

Clearly, Wei Yuanji was not in such dire straits when he first arrived here.

He must have spread the belief in the Green Ox Immortal here, and with the resources he accumulated, he built a decent temple and erected this statue.

But then a sudden change occurred: the temple was destroyed, the statues were looted, and even he himself met such an end.

Qin He bent down and ran his hand over the cracks at the edge of the base, the power of the law flowing along the lines.

The cracks still bore the marks of an old fight, faded to almost imperceptible, yet they could not escape his perception.

This poorly constructed temple was made of cheap materials, with cracked mud walls and the cheapest paint, and it showed signs of severe weathering.

Qin He swept his fingertips across the earthen wall, and the Primordial Law traced back fragments of time—the temple was rebuilt more than twenty years ago.

In other words, Wei Yuanji, despite being seriously injured, guarded this dilapidated temple in this desolate mountain for twenty years, enduring all alone.

"Tsk."

The black demon banner in his sleeve trembled slightly, and Long Qingyun's soul image floated out. He looked at Wei Yuanji on the ground, then glanced at the dilapidated statue. His tone was full of astonishment, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter, "This person, was he your former divine messenger?"

Qin He nodded, his gaze falling on Wei Yuanji's chapped lips. A flash of white light appeared in his palm, and he placed a Spirit Essence Pill into Wei Yuanji's mouth.

"The earliest batch."

The voice was calm, yet it concealed a subtle undercurrent of emotion.

The past of the Eastern Dali Kingdom became clear again because of Wei Yuanji's appearance.

As the pill entered his throat, Wei Yuanji's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his breathing became a little more steady.

Long Qingyun fell silent immediately and stopped asking questions.

Qin He's past is a closely guarded secret. Unless Qin He brings it up himself, Long Qingyun never asks. This is a sense of propriety cultivated over thousands of years of cultivation.

"Is there a way to resolve the shattered Qi Sea?" Qin He asked.

The dantian (energy center) is the source of cultivation. Once the dantian is shattered, one can only stop cultivating here unless one switches to another path.

Moreover, restoring a shattered Qi Sea is not a simple matter.

"Do you want it fast or slow?" Long Qingyun never said that there was nothing that could be done, and this was the kind of hint Qin He needed most.

"What does it matter if it's fast or slow?"

"If it's slow, we can refine the three kinds of pills and take them together, or go to a big city and spend a fortune to buy them. But whether we refine them or buy them, all three kinds of pills are in high demand but not in demand, so we can only wait."

"What about the fast one?"

"Go and rob the Divine Court's base in the lower realm. Even if they don't have any finished pills there, they'll still have raw materials!"