Li Mo dared not linger long in the Medicine Garden—who knows when Qingjing might return to the True Void Hometown.
Through the Four Seas Commerce's channels, he hadn't noticed any anomalies in the Cultivation World, nor were there any signs of the mass deaths among Loose Cultivators.
It was difficult to guess the actions of the Twelve Immortals based on such fragmented clues.
Li Mo cast one last, reluctant glance at the Medicine Garden before the temple retracted into his body, transforming once more into his Middle Dantian, brimming with Turbid Blood Spiritual Power.
Were he back at the Sub-Device Sect, he'd have extracted at least ninety percent of the corpses to feel satisfied, but alas, the Medicine Garden was enmeshed in the Twelve Immortals' schemes.
He had no choice but to leave it at that.
In total, Li Mo only took about a hundred corpses, of which merely thirty belonged to Taoist Bodies.
