Gou Zai Yao Wu Simulated Immortal

Upon seeing this, even he, who had fought demons and encountered ghosts along the way, couldn't help but feel a twitch in his eyelids.

The four sides of the rock face were carved into steep, jagged cliffs, and were studded with corpses.

Men, women, young and old, all have it.

Some of them were swollen and white from being soaked, their clothes still intact, suggesting they had drowned in the river in recent years.

Some had their skin and flesh completely peeled off, their faces unrecognizable, and it was unknown how many years they had been trapped there.

One body after another, half-buried in the rock wall, with their heads sticking out.

As the dim light shone, those lifeless faces seemed to be looking in the same direction.

Li Qian's gaze shifted to the underground river he had just emerged from, where several thick iron chains were hanging down.

At the end of the iron chain lay an extremely emaciated corpse.

The corpse hung in mid-air, its hair disheveled and its limbs withered and long.

A black iron nail was driven into the center of his chest.

Li Qian frowned slightly, not intending to examine the corpses embedded in the rock walls in detail.

He remembered clearly how the drowned corpses at the bottom of the river could not be killed and would shatter and reassemble.

The fact that corpses can gather in one cave here suggests that they might be just as troublesome as those ghostly creatures above.

The most urgent task right now is to find a way out and get that half fragment.

He left himself an escape route on the shore and also laid out talismans.

But the longer it drags on, the more likely the fragment will be moved by the tall, thin drowned corpse.

Thinking of this, Li Qian raised his hand and took out a tracking talisman from his sleeve, then flicked it with his finger.

The talisman suddenly burst into flames, turning into a thin wisp of blue light.

It spun in front of his palm, trying to follow the scent left on the shore to return to its original path.

But it was at this very moment.

The emaciated corpse, chained in mid-air, suddenly moved.

If it weren't for the fact that the cave was so quiet except for the sound of flowing water, the slight movement would have been almost imperceptible.

"Help...help me..."

The sound was extremely faint, yet it echoed continuously throughout the empty cavern.

Li Qian's eyes suddenly turned cold, and with a clench of his fingers, the Soul-Devouring Sword was already held horizontally in front of him.

He looked up.

The dried corpse hanging in mid-air, whose head had been drooping, had somehow raised its head slightly.

Its dry, blackened lips opened and closed, each word requiring immense effort to utter.

"Help me..."

Li Qian narrowed his eyes, remaining motionless. "Who are you?"

The desiccated corpse remained silent for a few breaths, then murmured, "I..."

Having not communicated with people for a long time, it couldn't remember who it was for a moment and could only try its best to gather its scattered thoughts.

"I am... a Grandmaster."

Li Qian's pupils contracted slightly.

Grandmaster?

In the Great Japanese Dynasty, there were only seventy-two Grandmasters, each of whom was a powerful figure who could suppress a region.

If placed in the True Spirit Continent, it would be comparable to the fourth level of a body cultivator.

If one can successfully condense a body-cultivating divine power, even a Foundation Establishment cultivator would find it difficult to defeat.

They are definitely not some ant that can be manipulated at will.

Now he is suspended above the cave with iron chains, nails driven into his chest, hanging here, his fate unknown.

Li Qian found it hard to believe, so he tentatively asked, "Grandmaster?"

"How could a grandmaster be nailed to this godforsaken place?"

The mummified corpse's lips moved, its voice growing increasingly hoarse, "Ambushed... murdered..."

"With my flesh and blood... I nourish the demonic artifact..."

As it spoke, the black iron nail in its chest pierced its flesh a little further.

The mummified corpse was tense all over, emitting muffled groans, and even its mouth seemed to be subjected to some kind of torture.

Li Qian's eyes narrowed. "Which of the Seventy-Two Grandmasters are you?"

"Yuan...youdao..."

Li Qian pondered for a moment.

This person is indeed among the seventy-two masters.

In his early years, he was famous for his Yuan family's Dragon-Slaying Spear, which was known for its fierce and powerful style.

Later, upon entering the realm of divine intent, the ordinary weapons forged by the Great Sun Dynasty could no longer withstand its power.

He simply abandoned the use of physical weapons and instead used his divine energy to condense spears, making his killing even more intense.

He ranked sixty-seventh among the seventy-two masters.

If what this person said is true...

So, isn't that master who is now walking around with the name of Yuan Youdao just a fake who has taken over someone else's place?

Li Qian took a slow breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil surging in his heart.

Even the slightest leak of this matter would be enough to shake the Great Japanese Dynasty.

He fixed his gaze on the dark iron nail on the dried corpse's chest and asked in a deep voice, "What is that iron nail on your chest?"

Upon hearing this, the dried corpse fell silent for a long time.

"Suppressing bones and locking the soul, severing meridians and sealing intent."

"This nail... was forged by the Demon Lord by gathering the demonic energy of the thirty-six demon kings."

"My flesh and soul... are all bound by it, hanging beneath this yin water, being devoured day and night by that demonic artifact..."

The black nail on his chest pierced in half a step further.

hum.

A tremor came from the nail.

Countless tiny bone-crushing sounds echoed from the four walls.

The corpses that were originally embedded in the rock wall began to twitch slightly.

Yuan Youdao's voice was no longer hesitant: "It noticed..."

"Hurry up!"

Li Qian felt a chill run down his spine and made a decisive decision not to say another word to the dried corpse.

They sped off in the direction indicated by the tracking talisman in their palm.

At the same time, he suddenly raised his other hand, and two talismans shot out from between his fingers.

They wanted to carve a path through the cascading corpses.

But high above, the desiccated corpse, chained by iron chains, hissed sharply, "Don't go east!"

"The road to the east is a dead end!"

Li Qian suddenly stopped in his tracks.

East?

The tracing talisman just now pointed to the east side.

It was Yuan Youdao who was using this opportunity to deceive him...

Or is it that this place is too filthy, even the tracking talisman has been disturbed?

The thought hadn't completely died out.

Behind the stone wall on the east side, a muffled sound of water suddenly erupted!

An entire underground river suddenly burst open the cave entrance.

Black water churned violently, carrying a heavy stench of corpses, and poured out wildly from the cracks in the rocks.

Amidst the crashing waves, several pale blue corpses floated, surging towards them with the force of the water.

Seeing this, Li Qian did not hesitate any longer and shifted his foot.

The shadow on the west side retreated swiftly.

The two talismans suddenly exploded, making two cracking sounds, and white smoke billowed out.

The horde of corpses froze, and the condensed yin energy was abruptly blasted away.

Taking advantage of the gap, Li Qian slipped through and retreated to the foot of the western stone wall.

Before they could even see the road ahead, they heard the iron chains overhead rattle.

Yuan Youdao then sent a reminder: "If you want to get that demonic artifact fragment..."

"Find...find the Dragon Eye in the Corpse Cave..."

At that moment, the entire cavern came to a complete awakening.

Corpses were embedded in the four walls, writhing in large pieces.

The black water on the east side has also been photographed up close.

Several floating corpses drifted ashore with the waves.

A fierce glint flashed in Li Qian's eyes as he rushed towards the underground river to the west.

He casually swung the Soul-Devouring Sword.

The first two floating corpses that rushed towards him were instantly severed from their upper bodies by his sword.

The black water and rotting flesh splashed together, hitting the stone wall with a loud thud.

It looks exactly like the drowned corpse outside the abandoned shrine above.

The body parts quickly coalesced back into a shape.

Li Qian had already submerged in the water, his body enveloped by a water-repelling talisman, and he activated the Wave-Splitting Technique at full speed, heading west at an extremely fast pace.

The dried corpse inside the cave, with great effort, turned its head and looked at Li Qian, who was escaping to the west.

Two eerie lights appeared in the hollow eye sockets.