Li Dai ignored the suddenly changing expressions and burning gazes directed at her from the crowd below. She could guess what they were thinking from the slight fluctuations in their emotions. When mortals knew nothing of cultivation, they naturally yearned endlessly for the legendary figures possessing great divine powers and longevity; even mortal emperors grew terrified of aging and death in their twilight years.
Therefore, it was hardly surprising that they had been bewitched, and coupled with the temptation of the arts of longevity, they had embarked on a path of no return.
Yet they probably never imagined that the so-called "art of longevity" was merely an illusion carrying a tiny trace of the aura of Huoji, and that this peerless longevity art was not real longevity at all. It was merely a speck of Huoji scattered across three thousand spiritless, lower mortal realms. Those who obtained this speck gained nothing beyond the benefit of extracting a tiny fraction of that negligible aura to subtly alter their physique and make themselves appear more charming.
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