The beast in the cage

Just as Li Tan was filled with doubt and uncertainty, a figure slowly emerged.

The newcomer was none other than Li Yong!

He looked at the two people before him with a dark expression, sneering as he said, "Li Tan, oh Li Tan, you truly are a pathetic worm. From beginning to end, you were nothing but a pawn to be manipulated by others."

Upon hearing this, Li Tan's face instantly turned ashen, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Li Yong continued, "Actually, there was no such person as Li Feiyan at all. This was all just a carefully woven lie by us."

"We treated you all as excellent cauldrons, originally planning to harvest you after you juniors cultivated your cultivation to the Peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage."

"However, we didn't expect some unforeseen circumstances to arise midway. Time is pressing, and we can no longer afford to wait, so, to be safe, we had to act preemptively."

At this point, Li Yong paused, his gaze sweeping over the two of them, then continued, "Moreover, it's not just me who has set my sights on your Physical Bodies; even those two old monsters from the Heaven Sword Immortal Sect are eyeing you greedily."

"But, you don't need to worry too much. Once this old man devours you, I will naturally go and settle this score with those two old fellows!"

Li Tan's expression was desolate:

"Before I die, can you tell me if all the Families in Qingfeng City are your backup food supplies?"

"Also, with Li Feiyan's restraint, how were you able to come out? I don't believe you could have killed him..."

Li Yong's face was filled with a look of mockery and derision. He said nonchalantly, "Hahahaha, you ignorant fools! Let me tell you, there is no such person as Li Feiyan in this world at all!"

"Everything was nothing more than a carefully crafted deception by us, its purpose being to prevent you young ones from overthinking things and causing us a lot of trouble."

"Hmph, if such a small matter were to attract the attention and interference of those old fellows, the consequences would likely be more than we could bear."

Subsequently, the corners of his mouth curved slightly upwards, revealing a sinister smile: "And, you actually thought this old man only had the cultivation of the Foundation Establishment Stage? How utterly foolish!"

"To tell you the truth, this old man has already lived in this world for eight hundred years. Although I cannot be considered a top-tier expert in the Golden Core realm, I am at least a figure who can stand on his own and dominate a region."

"As for the title the outside world has bestowed upon this old man... Hehehe, it seems to be called... Devourer of Evolving Demons."

Ants cannot overturn the heavens.

Gold will always shine, but you must ensure it is not a stone.

In this cruel cultivation world, there is no such thing as favorable weather; there is only deliberate arrangement.

Powerful Cultivators are like farmers, raising a group of smaller Cultivators, waiting for the right time to harvest them and savor their deliciousness.

Of course, the farmers are not worried about them resisting, because they have carefully trained hounds and the most powerful hunting rifles.

Wang Longzhi and Zhao Aotian's fate was already decided; they died. From Li Yong's sinister face, it could be seen that they were likely intercepted by others.

And he himself had no escape. The little lamb that should have continued to be raised was forced to be harvested early because it was the season when lone wolves roamed.

This was Li Tan, a small figure who had always been unable to change, someone who tried to fight against the heavens, but little did he know, this was only because he was too young and did not know the immensity of heaven and earth.

Every footprint he left was a location they had carefully set up, all for the purpose of making the little lamb fatter.

"We cannot judge the value of a moment until it becomes a memory."

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Cultivating the Mind, page four.

Death....

Once dead, everything naturally ceases to exist.

........

Li Tan, a minuscule Cultivator who died on the road.

No one would remember him; he would merely be a fleeting stroke, for the legends worthy of praise are always about great Cultivators.

--- Death, the end of the play.