Qin Yu stepped into Lei Qianjun’s study for a third time. Like before, it was only the two of them there.

“Fellow daoist Qin Yu.”

“City Lord Lei, may I ask why you requested for me to meet you?” Qin Yu lightly furrowed his eyebrows.

Lei Qianjun cupped his hands together. “I had no intention of disturbing your cultivation. But since this concerns Xiaoyu’s injury, I had no other choice.”

Qin Yu looked up, “City Lord Lei, you found a way?”

Lei Qianjun lowered his voice, his face darkened as he said, “An Origin God’s corpse!”

Uh…

So it was this method. Qin Yu bitterly smiled. He already knew about this method, but the corpse of an Origin God wasn’t something he could hope to obtain.

Seeing Qin Yu’s silence, Lei Qianjun said, “I understand that this sounds easy, but it is incomparably difficult to achieve. However, since it is the last chance to save Xiaoyu’s life, I have to try it.”

Qin Yu shook his head, “City Lord Lei, I understand how you’re feeling, but I urge you not to hold onto such a hope.”

Lei Qianjun drew in a deep breath, “Fellow daoist Qin Yu, every other millennia, the imperial capital will commune with the heavens and earth, guiding the fall of a God Mark Holy Stone and naturally evolving the Great Dao. It is an enormous benefit to those that haven’t broken into the God boundary yet.”

Qin Yu’s eyes flashed. While he had accompanied Lei Xiaoyu these past days he had inadvertently learned about this and also made some plans regarding it.

Why did Lei Qianjun mention this now?

Qin Yu’s thoughts raced. He maintained his composure and asked, “How is...