Douluo Continent: Starting from Killing Arou with a Single Sword.

Once she was sure they had all escaped to a relatively safe area, Ning Mumu felt relieved enough to store all the magical beasts into her Dream Space.

"Roar roar roar—"

"Hehehe—"

The incessant howls of the monsters were irritating; each one opened its gaping maw, its bloodthirsty eyes fixed on Ning Mumu in the air.

The still-developing girl looked down at them without the slightest panic. Laughable, Ning Mumu, holding absolute advantage in her territory, believed she was safe.

"The spiritual sea is boundless, purification is fundamental, spiritual vision, open—"

The ten fingers interlaced into a complex "pagoda" shape, with strands of blue spiritual energy converging at the very center, condensing into a blue gem in the blink of an eye. The gem shimmered with a faint blue light, and from a distance, it resembled a human eye remarkably, drawing people into its presence without their own conscious reverence.

"Spiritual Vision" is a unique exorcism technique of the sect. Under its coverage, low-level magical beasts are reduced to ashes, while high-level magical beasts are severely injured and on the verge of death. Of course, this is something that only cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage or above can do. The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the effect of Spiritual Vision.

Ning Mumu was already a Mahayana cultivator. With the opening of her spiritual vision, those demonic beasts under ten thousand years old instantly vanished. The remaining demonic beasts didn't care about their missing companions. They roared at Ning Mumu without fear, and some flying soul beasts even charged towards her fearlessly.

"They can still move, they're quite strong." Ning Mumu sneered. "Fine, let's see what secrets they hold." She didn't know the origin of the magical beasts in Douluo Continent, so she controlled the power of her spiritual vision, preventing the remaining magical beasts from dying, so she could study them. If Douluo Continent were also corrupted by magical beasts, this world would surely become another hell.

"Seven Kill Sword, go!"

The powerful sword energy instantly swarmed away a group of demonic beasts, and then pressed its advantage, easily crushing the few remaining demonic beasts in the Dream Space. It should be noted that there weren't many ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts surrounding Ning Mumu and her group; there were only about a dozen. After being infected and transformed into demonic beasts, they were indeed stronger; a single twenty-thousand-year-old demonic beast could rival a fifty- or sixty-thousand-year-old soul beast.

However, the last two creatures to stay in the alternate dream space were two 100,000-year-old soul beasts. They were just minor characters; Ning Mumu wasn't afraid of them, and besides, everyone else had safely evacuated. Without any worries, Ning Mumu dealt with them like cutting cabbage.

Switching to spiritual power for combat, the Seven Kill Sword seemed even more excited, rampaging through the monsters with ease. Looking at the obedient sword perched on its chest, its adorable expression seemed to be begging for praise. Ning Mumu smiled and picked up the Seven Kill Sword, her voice filled with affection, "Such a good boy."

The Seven Kill Sword seemed a little embarrassed, its silver blade trembling. Ning Mumu didn't care; she needed to quickly find out the origin of these magical beasts and then go find Ning Luoluo and the others.

"A flamingo, a 30,000-year-old soul beast, has gained the strength of a 70,000-year-old soul beast after being infected," Ning Mumu said solemnly. She activated her Soul-Searching Technique to examine it. A wisp of almost invisible black mist quietly entered the flamingo's body. Gradually, its fiery red eyes turned black. "It is indeed infected by demonic energy, and the infection time is thirty seconds. But this demonic energy appeared out of thin air, and its source cannot be found at all."

After reaching her conclusion, Ning Mumu slumped to the ground, still unsure how to deal with the demonic beasts. Who on earth could so easily infect so many soul beasts? Ning Mumu's mind was a jumbled mess, and her head throbbed. Scenes from the cultivation world played out in her mind like a movie, those joyful and painful memories assaulting her senses, making it impossible for her to distinguish between reality and dreams.

"Ah—" Ning Mumu groaned, her head aching more and more. Suddenly, a blue lotus appeared in her mind, indistinct and unclear.

No, no, she couldn't lose consciousness. Ning Mumu first cleared away the magical beasts on the ground, then sat down and began to clear the jumbled thoughts in her mind.

The mental strength of a Mahayana cultivator is exceptionally strong. Having died once, Ning Mumu believed that her mental strength was no less than that of her master. So why did her head hurt?

Without time to think too much, Ning Mumu swallowed a calming pill to suppress the pain in her mind. So focused was she that she didn't notice the "gift" the magical beast had left her after it vanished into ashes.

A wisp of demonic energy seeped into Ning Mumu's left arm. Upon closer inspection, there was a small cut about one centimeter long. It wasn't bleeding; it was just a minor skin break, and it would probably heal in a few minutes.

But even with such a minor wound, demonic energy found a way in and began to infect Ning Mumu.

Ning Mumu: Garlic Q

A flawless version after careful inspection!