The essence of the Spirit Pool in these ten large bottles has an effect on extending lifespan that is truly terrifying.

Previously, there wasn’t much Spiritual Liquid to begin with, and so many people were dividing it; the amount that finally reached the hands of the Princess wasn’t necessarily much.

Therefore, in the end, the essence of these Spirit Pools isn’t necessarily much weaker than the Spiritual Liquid she acquired!

Thus, this time, the biggest beneficiary is this Princess!

Not only did she preserve her life, but she also acquired so much of the Spirit Pool essence. When she returns to the tribe, her status will surely rise significantly, and she will be heavily rewarded.

"Ye Luo, what treasure do you need?" The Princess hastily asked, fearing he would change his mind.

Subsequently, Ye Luo began choosing treasures. After all, the Princess was from the previous three regions and possessed many treasures. The key point is these treasures are extremely precious and hard to find in other regions.

Eventually, Ye Luo left satisfied, and both of them were genuinely pleased.

The Princess immediately tore through the void and left. Ye Luo gazed at the sky, realizing she indeed had a way to escape.

However, this method required quite specific environmental conditions. At least when the Dragon Emperor was present, she couldn’t teleport away; otherwise, she wouldn’t have cooperated with Ye Luo.

By this time, there were fewer cultivators on the passageway because most had already gone to the mountaintop in search of treasure.

Although the previous battle with the Dragon Emperor was intense, it was limited to a specific area, and the mountaintop was quite large.

Ye Luo dashed forward at full speed.

Since more than two days had passed, he needed to quickly rendezvous with Dao’er to prevent any accidents.

Moreover, he felt there would surely be many cultivators lingering among the Five Dao Ridges; those people were too greedy.

However, he hadn’t encountered the previous cultivators in the Five Dao Ridges, which meant remaining there was likely quite challenging until it reopened!

This time, Ye Luo’s speed was extraordinarily fast, seemingly unleashing his full strength. Occasionally encountering cultivators, he would directly dispatch any obstruction with a swift palm strike, without the slightest hesitation.

Thus, within only six hours, he arrived at the foot of the mountain, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

This time surpassed his expectations, much faster than his ascent.

Of course, the absence of Nuonuo was also a reason.

Then, he began searching for signs of Dao’er and his group.

He remembered the route clearly; it was by the lakeside in the center of the five peaks, where several indigenous tribes had set up camp.

When Ye Luo arrived, these tribes had pitched tents, with members assigned to various tasks.

Seeing Nuonuo among the crowd, the stone in his heart finally settled.

She also had tasks to do, seemingly weaving garments. As if sensing his presence, she stopped what she was doing and hurried over.

"Master, you finally returned!"

She fell into Ye Luo’s arms and began to sob.

After all, she knew the situation at the mountaintop when she left, and Ye Luo’s chances of survival were bleak!

"It’s alright, I’m back now, aren’t I?" Ye Luo said, smiling, caressing her silky hair.

"Mm-hmm, Master is the best!" Nuonuo pouted.

"Ye Luo, you’re back!" Dao’er also smiled and approached.

Naturally, he had no idea what Ye Luo had encountered on the mountain.

"Yes, Brother Dao’er, when are we leaving these Five Dao Ridges?" Ye Luo quickly asked.

"There’s no rush. We are quite close to the exit here, so we can leave when the Five Dao Ridges show signs of closing!"

Ye Luo nodded slightly; here, everything was as Dao’er said, and Ye Luo trusted him fully. After all, he didn’t even know where the exit was.

At that time, Zi Wei Fairy had directly torn through the barrier to the exit; back then, she was the top cultivator of the Sixth Region, much stronger than Ye Luo is now. For now, he doesn’t possess such strength.

In the following days, Ye Luo lived leisurely.

He even wore tribal garments and started weaving clothes with Nuonuo.

Moreover, there was always strong alcohol to drink, which made him quite content.

However, these indigenous tribes still faced troubles; occasionally, cultivators would come to give them a hard time, though the tribe’s response often puzzled people. Whenever there was trouble, they’d offer the troublesome ones some of their brewed alcohol!

Of course, other cultivators understood that these tribes had nothing valuable to offer and wouldn’t overly trouble them.

But Ye Luo suddenly looked up and frowned as he saw several people approaching.

Among them was an ancestor they had previously ambushed! He wasn’t dead, but his aura was weak, clearly severely injured.

A number of strong fighters followed him, evidently targeting Dao’er’s group.

"Hmph, you sure have some nerve, setting up camp here. Do you really think you’re untouchable?" The old ancestor roared.

After all, it had been years since he suffered such a wound, and word of his plight had spread. His reputation would drastically suffer.

"My apologies, sirs. How about we compensate you with some wine?"

A tribe elder immediately stepped forward and said.

He thought it was like previous troublemakers who would take something for amusement and not cause too much harm.

But this time was clearly different.

"You old dog, get lost!" Immediately, the old ancestor struck with his palm.

With a muffled sound, the tribe elder was instantly struck down, his soul scattered.

After all, this elder was not a cultivator, and an angry strike from an ancestor-level fighter sealed his tragic fate.

Suddenly, everyone from the tribe stood up, not expecting the old ancestor to resort to murder.

They were accustomed to the indigenous tribes being weak, but rarely did cultivators truly engage in massacres!

Because in the South Territory, there’s a legend that killing indigenous people brings doom, and it’s not just a legend; incidents have actually occurred.

Otherwise, why would the bandits avoid the indigenous tribes?

However, this old ancestor wasn’t from the South Territory, and even if he had heard of the legend, he was determined to act! After all, he was almost killed by this tribe.