After Being Raised as a Container for Ten Years, They Want to Dig Out My Spiritual Core.

Monks practice spiritual energy, practice energy, build foundation, golden elixir, and Yuanying, and climb up step by step. But in addition to aura, there is also a physique that has been forgotten by the orthodox world of immortality - the spirit-devouring body. It is born with spirit-devouring veins, does not circulate spiritual energy, does not follow the heavens, and directly devours all energy from the outside world. The price is that every time it is swallowed, impurities will be deposited in the meridians, accumulating to a critical point, the meridians will be broken, and the physical body will collapse. None of the known soul-eating bodies in history ended well, and the least they could survive was thirty years old. Lin Qiyue is the eighth. Yaolu has raised her for ten years, not to teach her cultivation, but to raise her as a container. When the container is full, it should be removed. The first seven are all dead. She escaped. She stood on the Broken Starfield, her fingers were cracked, her eyes turned gray, and the impurities in her meridians were tumbling. Behind him were the pursuers, with only a broken bamboo slip in their hands. She didn't know who wrote the bamboo slip, nor did she know that the silent sword cultivator next to her had taught a spirit eater three hundred years ago. But she knows one thing - The first seven are all dead. She is the eighth. She doesn't want to die.