Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

According to Wei Xi, the work efficiency of a single eight-armed phantom is really low.

Although the one riding on her neck was very likely to be beaten senseless, Wei Xi didn't think that the creature would be very efficient when it was in its complete form.

"With so much Yin and Yang energy, can an eight-armed phantom handle it all?"

At the same time, judging from the way the eight-armed phantom actively entangled Wei Xi, it's hard not to believe that this thing also serves as a guardian.

From this perspective, Heaven has always been inhumane in its approach to things, ruthlessly exploiting its subordinates.

Of course, Wei Xi here leans towards the idea that the eight-armed phantom is an original inhabitant of the Yin-Yang boundary, firstly because of its behavior of depriving intruders of their five senses, and secondly because of its behavior of actively contacting the [threads].

"When Zuo Fei and his group come down, they will definitely encounter the Eight-Armed Phantom. Without eliminating these watchdogs, we will not be able to carry out the transformation of the Abyss."

"If that's the case, why is only this one left?"

Wei Xi's eyes, now focused on the two dots, returned to the illusory figure entangled with the [threads]: This thing had finally conjured up a pair of scissor hands, trying to cut off the unruly material.

A moment later, Wei Xi grinned, revealing a set of menacing white teeth.

Yes, why not keep this one?

Assuming Zuo Fei did leave behind a message, how could it be sent out after Deadwater City was destroyed?
"Those who dare to venture into the abyss will be entangled by the phantoms; there's no need to search for them anymore."

This trick isn't new, but what's surprising is that even if the people on this level knew the secrets of the Heavenly Dao, it would be useless to them.

Having come up with an idea, Wei Xi needed to verify whether the message left by Zuo Fei was indeed hidden in the eight-armed phantom.

First, Wei Xi didn't rush to remove the phantom from his body, but instead carefully observed where it could hold enough information.

At first glance, the eight-armed phantom seems to have no secrets to speak of; it's impossible to find anything that could be hiding anything. Moreover, it's filled with nothing but [threads].

Remembering that Zuo Fei was a cultivator, Wei Xi decided to try using spiritual power.

However, Wei Xi was cautious and did not rashly mobilize the spiritual energy in her Qi Palace. Although she had run out of spirit stones, she took another approach and crushed a few pills for replenishing spiritual energy hidden in her clothes.

Some of these medicines are from Wei'an Pharmaceutical, while others are common, mass-produced drugs, emphasizing both quality and quantity.

The pills were crushed, but Wei Xi didn't see the spiritual energy dissipate.

"Idiot!" Wei Xi cursed inwardly. "He forgot that pills and spirit stones are different!"

Unlike spirit stones, the spiritual energy replenished by these pills needs to be absorbed by the Qi Palace and requires guidance from one's physical constitution.

Having wasted several pills, the thrifty Wei Xi decided to use the pill residue to test the waters.

It's a physical exploration of the truth.

Because this eight-armed phantom looks different from ordinary creatures, its semi-transparent state is closer to the ghosts and monsters that are rumored in the mortal world.

Wei Xi enjoys dismantling corpses and naturally doesn't believe in ghosts or gods, so he figured he shouldn't waste these few pills.

Fortunately, the phantom was out of his mind and focused on catching the agile and ever-changing [threads], so he didn't notice Wei Xi's little movements at all.

With lightning speed, Wei stuffed the residue of the elixir into the creature's ear and mouth as the illusory figure extended its scissors.

Logically, this action would likely lead to one of two outcomes: either the phantom has no physical form and the residue simply falls off, or the phantom has flesh and blood, so the pill residue naturally won't fall, and the phantom might even be angered. But the situation once again surprised Wei Xi Medical; the residue was actually scattered throughout the phantom, emitting a faint glow.

"Does this thing have any bones?"

Wei Xi couldn't believe his eyes. He had never expected that this eight-armed phantom would actually be a person!
He's not only a person, but also a cultivator with inherent potential!

Well, to be more precise, this thing used to be a cultivator!

The common knowledge in the cultivation world is that anyone with a Qi Palace and innate bones is a cultivator, and the thing around Wei Xi's neck definitely indicates that he is a cultivator.

“Unless,” Wei Xi thought of Yu Han’s extraordinary abilities, “this is Yu Han’s test subject?”

However, Wei Xi quickly rejected this hypothesis: Firstly, judging from Yu Han's words and actions, it was clear that he did not have a deep understanding of the Heavenly Dao, and Yu Han probably did not know about the existence of this abyss when Yu Xianzhou was alive; secondly, after Yu Han died, the flame that represented his power was hidden by Wei Lu, and it is now in Wei Xi's hands.

Therefore, works by Yuhan are unlikely to appear here.

If that's the case, what's the deal with this phantom? Could it be an unintentional act of Heaven?

After all, Yin and Yang energies weave together all things in the world, and the bodies of cultivators are no exception. It's not surprising that the Heavenly Dao can shape one's bones, is it?

"Or is it that," Wei Xi swallowed the fear that surged through his throat, "that this evil eight-armed phantom is based on a cultivator?"

"That Heavenly Dao is truly ingenious, directly bringing cultivators under its command, so that even if they 'attain the Dao and ascend to immortality,' they cannot take away the Yin and Yang Qi."

Wei Xi found the idea absurd and shook his head, causing the phantom on his neck to move accordingly.

However, it is certain that the eight-armed phantom is inextricably linked to the cultivator.

“This should be the message left by Zuo Fei,” Wei Xi thought to himself. “Demon beasts can only use demonic energy when they come down, so they naturally cannot obtain this clue; only cultivators can mobilize spiritual power to protect themselves, and thus they can discover the true identity of this eight-armed phantom. In this way, the message can be left to the cultivators who may be on Zuo Fei’s side.”

This time, Wei Xi was actually held back by her caution. If Qin Feng had come down, he probably could have achieved the same result in an instant.

Wei Xi, however, didn't feel sorry for her—better safe than sorry, she only had one life and didn't want to waste it.

The current situation is that Wei Xi is riding on a stiff, eight-armed phantom on his neck. Its ten limbs are in a ridiculous posture. In the illusory body, the soft glowing residue of the pills is like scattered stars on different parts of the torso.

"What exactly are you trying to tell me?" Wei Xi muttered to himself, "Is it words? Or an array?"

No cultivator can live for thousands of years. Wei Xi was certain that this eight-armed phantom was not human at this moment, so he couldn't expect it to answer his questions.

However, Wei Xi soon discovered that the distribution of these remnants was quite interesting, completely avoiding the ten limbs, which accounted for more than half of the skin's surface area, and only scattered on the torso of the phantom. And since a cultivator's root bones run through the entire body, the limbs must be supported by root bones.

"Because the positions of the torso are relatively fixed!" Wei Xi suddenly realized. "The legs and arms can move, so it's impossible to predict what posture they will present to those who come after them! The torso is a directional map!"

Thinking of the words Zuo Fei had carved on his chest, Wei Xi could only say that this kid was going all out on the path of human body research.

But Wei Xi's smile vanished the next second, because she realized how terrible the price this eight-armed phantom had to pay in its lifetime to achieve this effect.

Wei Xi subconsciously commanded Lingyin to rise, trying to see the face of the eight-armed phantom clearly.

Unfortunately, Lingyin could only see a blurry outline; getting closer, she could vaguely make out a face that was completely disfigured. (End of Chapter)