Starting with the consumables of the Demonic Sect, one can barely achieve immortality.

The Northern Territory, the Taiyin Immortal Sect.

Deep within the perpetually snowy and cold mountains, in a valley where even a powerful cultivator wielding a magical artifact cannot detect, stands a majestic palace shrouded in mist.

Above the main hall, there were hundreds of black coffins. With the sound of a bell, pairs of withered white hands pushed open the coffin lids from the inside and sat up blankly.

This included Yan Cheng.

Since he transmigrated here, he has been in a daze in the coffin for an unknown number of days.

Awakened instinctively by the sound of the bell, he looked around at the hundreds of living corpses in the same predicament and immediately felt a sense of foreboding.

The original body came from a small town under the jurisdiction of the Taiyin Immortal Sect. Whenever someone in the town died of old age, the sect would order someone to put the deceased's body into a coffin and transport it to the Longevity Palace located deep in the mountains.

No one knows what kind of magic the sect's immortal masters used to bring these corpses, which should have been dead long ago, back to life.

However, according to Yan Cheng's perception, the original soul had already perished.

Right now, I've inexplicably taken over this dead man's body!

"No matter what, it's always good to live another life..."

However, my current state clearly cannot be considered as simply being alive.

His joints were stiff, his limbs were weak, and a drowsy, lifeless feeling would occasionally rise to his head, as if reminding him that this dead man should lie back in his coffin.

If he's really dead, that's fine.

But judging from the current situation, it seems that someone wants to make sure he can't even die in peace.

Yan Cheng looked around at the pairs of blank eyes and felt an unprecedented sense of unease.

Just then, an antique-style silver mirror suddenly appeared in his mind, reflecting line after line of messages:

Name: Yan Cheng

Category: Zombie

[Realm: None]

[Description: A living corpse that has regained life through the "Secret Technique of the Yin Ghost Coffin Carrying," but whose body has been possessed by a spirit of unknown origin, making it impossible to ascertain its origins.]

[Those who rely on the yin energy within the coffin to survive will have their life force extinguished and their soul scattered if they are removed from the coffin for more than an hour.]

In an instant, Yan Cheng saw his pupils light up in the mirror.

This is... a cheat code?

The legendary stories of the previous time travelers flashed through his mind in an instant.

So what if you start as a zombie? There's someone next door who got transported into a mirror.

This mirror of my own is now demonstrating its ability to identify unusual things.

But that wasn't enough for him to understand the current situation...

With a slight shift of thought, a new passage of text appeared in the mirror:

[Technique: None]

[It can record the techniques observed and allow the Hidden Immortal Mirror to deduce and complete any incomplete parts.]

The original cultivation requirements for the complete technique remain unchanged.

Upon hearing this, Yan Cheng couldn't help but marvel at how advanced the current "golden finger" (a powerful ability to grant special abilities) is becoming.

Deducing and completing the missing parts... doesn't that mean that even if he only obtains a page from a cultivation technique, the mirror can deduce the complete technique for him!

It has to be said that, in Yan Cheng's eyes, this cheat code was simply impeccable.

The problem is, where can he, a dead man who has just come back to life, find cultivation techniques to use for the Immortal Mirror to deduce and practice?

Just as he was pondering, a black-robed figure shrouded in dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky above the main hall, sitting comfortably on the beam with his white legs crossed, a golden bell in his hand gleaming with an eerie light.

"Gentlemen, you have slept peacefully here for seven days and seven nights. It is time for you to wake up and make some contributions to the Immortal Sect."

"Our Immortal Sect has always used people according to their abilities, and we treat the dead and the living equally, so you all need not worry."

The girl in black robes sounded kind, but Yan Cheng's intuition, honed from two lifetimes, told him that her words probably couldn't be taken literally.

But then they heard the girl in black robes gently shaking a golden bell, its sound melodious:

"Number 29, number C, step forward."

After saying this, a living corpse sitting not far in front of Yan Cheng pushed the coffin up and stood woodenly in the center of the hall.

This was a towering man, nine feet tall, with a robust upper body and bulging muscles. His thighs were even thicker than Yan Cheng's waist. He must have been a hero who could fight tigers in his lifetime.

Upon seeing this, the girl in black robes praised:

"What excellent potential! You are destined to join my immortal sect."

Upon hearing this, the big man's previously bewildered eyes lit up with wild joy.

Even the onlookers stared at the corpses with envy and jealousy.

All the corpses had lived under the rule of the Immortal Sect and had long heard of the extraordinary abilities of the immortal masters on the mountain, as well as their benevolence towards life.

The immortal master just mentioned that the sect has always treated the living and the dead equally.

The reason why they went to such lengths to keep these corpses alive is probably to select the best among them to join the immortal sect!

Only Yan Cheng felt that the black-robed girl exuded a chilling aura, and thought that this matter was probably not so simple.

The girl in black robes flicked her wrist, and the bell jingled.

Wisps of white smoke drifted out from the big man's seven orifices, and were swallowed up without exception by the golden bell in her hand!

The big man's pupils were now only pale. He raised his arms to his chest, his knees stiffened, and with a few soft thuds, he jumped down to the black-robed girl's feet.

The enormous Hall of Longevity suddenly fell silent.

Others might not fully understand what had just happened, but Yan Cheng, with the help of the Immortal Mirror, knew it very well.

In that instant, the soul-capturing bell in the black-robed girl's hand had already captured the burly man's remnant soul, turning this living corpse into a mindless puppet!

The girl in black robes laughed:

"It's rare to find such a fine bone structure. It already possesses the power of a dragon and tiger without any refinement. It's perfect to have an iron corpse by my side."

"If you can block one or two spells for me during a battle someday, it will be a contribution to the Immortal Sect."

"As for this soul, it is quite ordinary; I will simply store it in my bell for future use."

As he spoke, he smiled and looked around at the hall full of living corpses:

"Gentlemen, why is it so quiet?"

"You are all ordinary people from the foot of the mountain. Most of you have mediocre aptitude and are delicate and weak. You are not qualified to be directly refined into iron corpses."

"However, there is no need to be discouraged too quickly. As long as you all diligently cultivate the 'Yin Corpse Walking Technique' that I will be distributing next, and refine your muscles and bones to be as strong as iron, you will still have a chance to be selected by me in the future."

"Moreover, as long as you can demonstrate your potential to me, you will have the opportunity to formally join the Immortal Sect while preserving your souls."

"As the saying goes, one must cultivate both body and spirit. Even if you cannot cultivate a strong and healthy body, as long as you cultivate your soul to a high level, the position of the main soul in the Soul-Capturing Bell will always be reserved for you."

"The Immortal Sect has always valued talent above all else. Whether alive or dead, whether a physical body or a soul, all can contribute to our Immortal Sect."

"Gentlemen... you wouldn't want to be deemed worthless trash by me and used to light soul lamps, would you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Cheng noticed that countless dim lights had appeared in the sky above the main hall.

The flickering light resembled the wailing of a ghost.

The girl in black robes made it very clear: the living corpses in the hall must either cultivate diligently and try to become valuable enough before they die.

If you're burned as a soul lamp, the consequences will probably be worse than death!

"Damn it... how dare they call themselves a Celestial Sect?"

Yan Cheng couldn't help but mutter to himself, but he quickly suppressed the thought, fearing that the other party might have the magical ability to eavesdrop on people's thoughts.

Watching the black-robed girl leap down from the ridge, her graceful steps carrying the corpse puppet as she departed, her soft laughter echoing in the air:

"On the first and fifteenth of each month, I will come to check on your progress and answer your questions about your spiritual practice."

"I hope you gentlemen will not make a mistake for yourselves."

Before the laughter had faded, pages of scriptures, shimmering with a greyish-white light, appeared in the air above the main hall.

It is the "Yin Shi Xing Sha Jue" that teaches people how to draw qi into their bodies, cultivate internally and refine externally, and transform themselves into a qualified corpse puppet.

Yan Cheng looked up at the scriptures in the air and almost instantly recorded the cultivation method into the mirror, gaining a profound and comprehensive understanding of it.

This method allows a deceased body to cultivate to the peak of the early stage of Qi Refining, achieving strength and physique several times stronger than ordinary people, but it completely lacks any method for cultivating the soul.

It was obvious that the girl in black robes didn't even intend to leave the position of the main soul of the Soul-Capturing Bell to the corpses in the hall.

The remnant souls she collected were probably just disposable items she kept for casting some kind of spell.

"Damn, they really know how to use talent..."

He cursed inwardly, but just then, a new line of text appeared in the mirror:

[A fragment of the "Yin Shi Xing Sha Jue" has been recorded, which can be deduced and completed to form the "Shang Yin Tian Shi Dao Zhang".]

[Shall we begin the simulation?]