I forge immortality with a pagoda.

Shen Yu chuckled, quite satisfied with the turbid blood pool. From the bald man's words, he also learned that this thing could continuously devour human flesh and blood to increase its power, which was somewhat similar to his own Xuanqiong Pagoda.

However, this thing was sinister and filthy, completely different from the majestic and righteous aura of the Xuanqiong Pagoda, and was obviously not on the same level.

The good thing is that this thing can be used without restrictions. As long as one's true qi is sufficient, one can use it at will.

Having achieved his goal, Shen Yu wasted no more time and instead brandished his talisman sword, intending to kill the bald giant on the spot.

But at that moment, Shen Yu felt the ground beneath his feet begin to tremble. With a rumbling sound, he vaguely saw a high earthen wall rising from the ground in the distance.

The earthen wall was incredibly tall, stretching rapidly toward where I was standing.

Shen Yu frowned and stopped what he was doing. With his divine sense, he couldn't see what was coming at all, but he could feel an extremely evil aura rapidly approaching.

Ignoring the bald, burly man crawling at his feet, Shen Yu swiftly sped off in the opposite direction. With no one to restrain him, the golden ropes binding the bald cultivator immediately dissipated.

Feeling his body relax, the bald cultivator hurriedly took out a herb shrouded in demonic energy from his storage bag, crushed it, and then applied the powder to his body.

At this moment, the underground creature had already arrived close, and then a huge, ferocious head emerged from the ground.

It was a creature completely black, covered in scales, with a huge mouth on its head filled with sharp, interlocking teeth, making it extremely terrifying.

The demon merely sniffed the bald cultivator before abandoning him and heading straight for Shen Yu, who was fleeing ahead.

Once the monster was far away, the bald, burly man finally let out a long sigh of relief. His clothes were already soaked with cold sweat, and his eyes were filled with resentment. He cursed fiercely, "Shen brat, I'll remember you. We'll meet again!"

After popping two pills into his mouth and taking a moment to regulate his breathing, Zhou Yan dragged his injured body away quickly, heading in the opposite direction from Shen Yu.

On the other hand, Shen Yu also noticed the strange situation behind him and couldn't help but wonder what the bald cultivator was smearing on his body.

Before entering the Abyss, Cui Youxin had told him about the situation here. If his judgment was correct, the one following him was a kind of demon in the Abyss. As for which one it was, he had no clue for the time being.

Shen Yu dared not fly high. He could not see the situation in the air, nor did he know how high the top of the abyss was. At his current speed, he could not shake off the demons that were closely following behind him.

They chased each other like this for half a day, until finally, the thing seemed to be attracted by something else, abandoned Shen Yu, and headed east.

There, Shen Yu could vaguely see a pile of white bones and the remains of some cultivators, indicating that a great battle had just broken out not long ago.

"Luckily, he's not very intelligent..."

Shen Yu felt a sense of relief, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, sank. That demon was powerful, and even if he used the Xuanqiong Pagoda, he might not be able to defeat it if he faced it.

Moreover, this Xuanqiong Pagoda has never been used to refine demons before. It's unknown what kind of effect it will have if it does.

Shen Yu paused, took a moment to adjust his breathing, and once his energy was abundant and his true qi had stabilized, he continued his hurried journey towards Yue Ling's location.

More than ten days passed in a row. Shen Yu encountered many cultivators on the way. Some avoided him when they saw him, not wanting to cause trouble, while others attacked him frantically without distinguishing right from wrong.

He even encountered two cultivators with blood-red pupils who attacked him recklessly like madmen, showing no fear even though his cultivation was far superior to theirs. Clearly, they had been corrupted by demonic energy and lost their reason.

This made Shen Yu even more aware of the danger level within this abyss.

On this day, a huge mountain suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking Shen Yu's way.

This mountain range did not exist in the previously drawn map; this place should be a plain, just like the road he had traveled during this time.

Looking around, Shen Yu discovered that at the far end, both to the south and north, there were continuous mountain ranges.

"This is outrageous..."

Shen Yu murmured.

There was no way to go around it; the only way to rescue Yue Ling was to risk crossing these towering mountains as soon as possible.

With no other choice, Shen Yu gritted his teeth and braced himself to enter the mountain range.

The mountains are covered with trees as black as iron, without branches or leaves, only bare trunks, as if these trees would never grow branches or leaves.

"Some of it doesn't feel real."

As Shen Yu thought this, he kept walking. The mountains were deathly silent, with only the sound of his own footsteps echoing. He could even hear his own footsteps clearly.

As he walked, Shen Yu's consciousness suddenly became scattered, and his experiences from his previous life began to frequently appear in his mind: the joy of his family at birth, the bullying he suffered at school, the tension during the college entrance examination, the decadent life in college, and the servility he received after starting work; these almost filled his entire mind.

A series of headaches followed, but the headaches did not help Shen Yu regain his thinking. Instead, they made his head even more dizzy, and he felt like a walking corpse, mechanically walking through the mountains.

If an outsider were to see Shen Yu at this moment, they would be surprised to find that he was actually standing still, and there were no mountain ranges around him that he had seen.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Yu lived out this life in his mind. In this life, he died from a failed attempt to form his core, his dantian shattering.

The light in his eyes faded, leaving only a gray, empty, and lifeless look.

Without the support of divine will, his true qi, spiritual energy, and vitality began to dissipate. Although the process was extremely slow, if left unattended, he would eventually become a corpse.

Within the spiritual realm, Shen Yu's primordial spirit had its eyes closed, falling into a deep slumber.

Beneath his primordial spirit seat was the Xuanqiong Taimiao Linglong Pagoda, which had accompanied him for over twenty years. The pagoda was rotating in the void, emitting countless rays of light, and auspicious phantoms appeared.

As if sensing something, the tower suddenly trembled, and a wild, untamed aura surged forth.

The next moment, Shen Yu's mind suddenly cleared, and his eyes immediately regained their brilliance.

He quickly looked at his body and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was no injury.

"It's an illusion... What kind of power is this? Could it be a restriction?"

Restrictions and formations, though different in their methods, ultimately aim to draw upon the power of heaven and earth to achieve purposes such as sealing, attacking, defending, concealing, and amplifying.

Looking up, the mountains in front of me and the surrounding black trees had all disappeared.

Instead, countless shriveled corpses lay scattered on the ground, including those of cultivators, strange beasts, and... demons.

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