The words settled heavily in the air.
Neo didn't speak for a long moment.
His mind drifted back to the village he had seen when he first arrived in the True Blessed Lands.
The chanting. The stillness.
The way every single body had looked wrong, as if the world itself had been drained dry.
Dao is corrupt.
Those words echoed again.
When he had seen that place, there had been no survivors. Just corpses and more corpses.
"Well," Veydran said after a pause, "even if the Machine God hadn't discovered this method, someone else would have eventually. Cultivators are desperate. The lack of Qi is choking them. Everyone in the Heavenly Sect is searching for a solution.
"Anyway, they want to capture you because of this. They want to understand how you are creating Qi (World Energy) on your own."
Neo's mood soured further, and he didn't ask any more questions as they reached the sect grounds.
People greeted them at the gates.
