Another year whizzed by, and they led a life of dining in the wind and sleeping in the dew on the outskirts of the Cloud Mountains, no longer daring to pick up human bones.

Their cultivation had only improved a bit, still stuck at the third layer of Qi cultivation, having allocated their longevity points to the World Soul, and even cultivated a century-old medicinal herb.

Every day, they searched for spiritual herbs on the periphery of the mountains, never catching even a glimpse of a shadow, let alone daring to venture deep into the mountains.

For not only were there demonic beasts lurking there, but also small immortal sects, making it a place of extreme danger.