Gou Zai Yao Wu Simulated Immortal

After a blinding flash of light.

Li Qian felt a slight tremor beneath his feet, and the white light before his eyes dissipated, leaving him in a half-collapsed stone hall.

This place is completely different from the corpse pits outside.

Although the surroundings were equally cold and damp, the stench of rotting flesh and floating corpses was absent; instead, a musty, musty smell, typical of long-abandoned warehouses, permeated the air.

Inside the hall were many broken stone boxes, rotten wooden frames, and bronze lampstands broken into several pieces.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of dust and mud, interspersed with blackened fragments of seal clay and faded remnants of official seals.

Li Qian glanced at the scene, his doubts deepening.

This place doesn't seem to be part of the morgue.

It resembled an abandoned underground warehouse.

It was only later that someone forcibly broke through the barrier, connecting it to the evil place at the bottom of the Fallen Dragon River.

He didn't rush to go deeper, but first walked around the edge of the hall, bent down to pick up a half-cracked piece of sealant, and brushed away the water stains on it.

Although its surface is blurred, several official seal marks can still be vaguely seen.

Looking further down the wall, beneath several stone shelves, there were still some rotten bamboo slips and remnants of decaying silk, so damp and bubbly that they would crumble at the slightest touch.

Li Qian frowned slightly.

Official seals, old underground warehouses, dragon eyes (locked doors), burial pits, fragments of abandoned shrines.

These things shouldn't be in the same place.

But they're all together now.

He casually put the seal into his Sumeru Ring and looked down.

Continue to explore along the path of Yin.

The further they went into the back of the hall, the more violently the dragon bones in the Sumeru Ring trembled.

Upon entering this dilapidated hall, one's joints clattered and cracked.

Li Qian used a wisp of spiritual power to forcefully suppress the strange movement of the dragon bone, preventing it from causing too much of a disturbance.

After passing through the half-collapsed stone hall, the terrain suddenly descends.

Unlike the naturally formed waterways in the previous morgue.

Instead, it was a sloping stone path that had clearly been repaired.

On both sides of the stone path, every few feet there is a broken chain embedded in the ground.

The chain was as thick as an adult's arm, jet black, and had long since lost its sharpness due to the erosion of time.

All that remained was a heavy sense of oppression.

Li Qian paused before one of the broken chains and reached out to touch it.

It was icy cold.

Moreover, a trace of demonic energy, very similar to the black nail on Yuan Youdao's chest, remained on the chain.

His gaze darkened slightly.

If the black nail on Yuan Youdao's chest was specifically used to lock him up, then...

So, who are these broken chains buried along the way meant to lock up?

Li Qian continued walking along the stone path, which wasn't very long.

After walking about a hundred steps, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a semi-circular stone hall.

The stone hall was tall and spacious, with several large cracks in its roof. No light could penetrate the cracks; only wisps of black mist hung down.

The stone bricks paving the ground had long since collapsed into pieces.

In the center of the hall, a huge black shadow lay prostrate.

Li Qian glanced at it and assumed it was a flat, rocky hillside.

But when he took a few more steps forward and carefully examined the dim light emanating from the talisman in his palm, his pupils immediately contracted.

That wasn't a rock at all.

It was a large mass of flesh and blood lying sprawled on the ground, not yet completely dead.

Its complete form is not visible; the entire body is boneless.

It was just a huge, twisted mass of living flesh, lying limply in the hall.

It is still undulating on the ground very, very slowly.

Even more terrifying was that the huge mass of flesh was covered with countless black nails.

The longest is about a foot long, and the shortest is only a few inches.

Some nails were on the surface, while others were deeply embedded, leaving only a black nail head sticking out.

The nails were identical to those on Yuan Youdao's chest, only there were more of them.

Around that pool of flesh and blood were intricate, interwoven ancient patterns.

Ancient patterns are deeply embedded in the bricks and stones, intertwined with each other.

Li Qian stood at the entrance of the hall, not daring to go forward, holding his breath and listening intently.

A moment later, a very deep thud was heard.

thump.

The sound came from within the flesh and blood; after the first sound, there was a long pause before the second sound appeared.

thump.

As the muffled tremor resounded, the dragon bones within Li Qian's Sumeru Ring sensed a sudden and violent jolt of a similar, fundamental energy.

Li Qian's brows furrowed immediately.

This thing in front of me is definitely not some ordinary monster corpse or pieces of flesh.

The fact that the bones of an adult jiao (a type of dragon) could elicit such a reaction suggests that it is closely related to creatures belonging to the jiao or dragon families.

It's been deliberately suppressed here...

Li Qian's mind raced, and he took half a step forward before stopping.

Judging from the current situation, Yuan Youdao himself cannot reach this place, but he clearly knows what is hidden here.

The reason they had been leading him westward was most likely because they wanted to use him to touch this flesh and blood.

Whether the intention is to wake it up or to use it to escape, it's still unclear at this point.

Li Qian slowly exhaled, suppressing the palpitations in his heart.

I looked up at the huge mass of flesh and blood and examined it closely.

He soon noticed something amiss.

Although the flesh was boneless and formless, there was an extremely deep and long crack between the flesh.

It looked as if it had been cleaved open from top to bottom by some sharp weapon.

Deep within the crack, a faint, dark golden hue could be seen, enveloped by layers of rotting flesh, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Li Qian's eyes narrowed slightly, and a bizarre thought suddenly popped into his head.

Could this thing before me be the dragon's bones and flesh from the Sumeru Ring?

After being dismembered, scaled, and drained of its essence, the remaining flesh and blood are trapped here to die?

But what was the purpose of being trapped here, and what could have kept it from decaying for so many years?

With this thought in mind, Li Qian spared a sliver of his attention.

Following the connection between the Soul-Devouring Sword and the Mountain Granny, look back at the other side of the Corpse Cave.

Upon looking at it, he noticed something unusual.

The black nail on Yuan Youdao's chest was vibrating more frequently than before.

Moreover, with each tremor, the flesh and blood within the semi-circular stone hall before them would gently rise and fall.

There seems to be some very subtle connection between the two.

Li Qian was filled with all sorts of speculation. Could it be that Yuan Youdao wanted me to put away this lump of flesh and blood?

How can we lift the ban on him?

Li Qian gave a soft, cold laugh.

Now that things have come to this, he's no longer in a hurry.

Since the other party wants to use him, he should be even less likely to act rashly.

At least until we figure out what this thing is and how it relates to the dragon bone.

We can't take risks for nothing.

Thinking of this, Li Qian slowly squatted down, reached out and pressed his hand on an ancient pattern that had not yet completely collapsed beside the palace door, carefully sensing the Yin energy flowing within it.

The blood and qi of living flesh, the qi of drowned corpses, and the yin water of fallen dragons were mixed together and slowly introduced into the hall through some means, and then fed little by little to the lump of flesh and blood in the center.

There are fragments of the abandoned shrine above.

Yuan Youdao is in the middle section of the Corpse Cave.

Below is the Dragon Eye Lock, and also this lump of immortal flesh.

Three layers nested together, one link after another.

Li Qian slowly straightened up. It seemed he would have to return to Zhenling Continent to see if there were any similar formations.

My understanding of formations is still superficial, and I can hardly see the situation clearly.

Using a spell to break the formation might only create unnecessary complications.

However, one thing is certain: this place is probably much more dangerous than the fragments.

He could sense the power hidden within this flesh and blood, similar to that of the dragon bones, both being great demons approaching the second rank.

If this mass of flesh and blood can combine with the dragon bones... then controlling it with the help of the sword slave will be much simpler.

With this in mind, Li Qian waved several defensive talismans, forming a talisman defense circle around his body.

Only then did he return his consciousness to the True Spirit Continent.