Caught in a Trap, the Treasure Vault is Empty!

The hands were covered in blood.

Xuan Yinyue, however, showed no fear; instead, she laughed excitedly. "No wonder you're so useless. It turns out that the power of your inner elixir is so mediocre that it's far from the strength a Nascent Soul should possess. It seems Penglai Island must have some techniques or pills that allow you to quickly raise your cultivation level."

Unexpectedly, after a thousand years, the cultivators of the Immortal World were even more useless.

Without his inner elixir, the elder was in unbearable pain, rapidly aging—his once black hair turned gray in an instant, and deep wrinkles appeared on his face. His body twisted strangely, and he could no longer afford to speak harshly to Xuan Yinyue. Instead, he pleaded, "Firewood Cutter, I beg you... please return my inner elixir."

As long as he had his inner elixir, there was still a chance for survival.