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

Fists flew in layers, and a murderous aura soared.

Even the misty fog that filled the sky seemed to disperse under the force of this incredibly powerful punch.

Deng Jian and Pei Yi watched from behind, not daring to take a step forward.

Both of them knew that with their abilities, they were completely unable to intervene in the battle between mid-stage perfected cultivators.

Being able to work together to kill Tan Qi, who had opened up all six meridians, while the two were caught off guard, was the only thing they could do for Yan Cheng.

Although, given the nature of those from the Immortal Sect, the two did not expect Yan Cheng to leave them any extra benefits for this.

But it's always better than doing nothing.

However, Deng Jian and Pei Yi could only watch from the sidelines as this epic showdown unfolded before them.

Pei Yi, who had once been Chen Xiang's Daoist partner, had a complicated expression in her eyes:

"There's a reason why Senior Brother Chen is widely recognized as the strongest in the early stages, second only to Senior Brother Tiantong."

"He has indeed mastered the art of corpse demon transmission from the palace to its fullest extent."

"The power of a casual punch is enough to shatter the internal organs of any cultivator of the same realm."

"A cultivator who spends so much time on dual cultivation, if he were merely more powerful than others, that would be one thing."

"Yet he managed to cultivate even the most rudimentary physical techniques to their peak; his unwavering resolve in seeking the Dao is unmatched by any of us."

Will Senior Brother Yan win?

For some reason, a thought popped into her head almost instinctively:

"We will win!"

Deng Jian watched the battle with a cold eye, but his thoughts were much purer than Pei Yi's:

"Senior Brother Yan will undoubtedly win."

"Even before he had opened his eight extraordinary meridians, his combat strength was already far superior to ours, who had typically opened two or three meridians."

"Moreover, he's now on par with Chen Xiang in terms of cultivation level."

"If Chen Xiang could create distance and fight him to the death using the archery skills passed down from his third senior brother, perhaps there would still be a sliver of hope."

A cold smile crept across his lips:

"But to talk about turning defeat into victory? They really don't take Senior Brother Yan, who defeated me when I was just entering the mid-stage of cultivation, seriously!"

As expected, facing the Heavenly Fiend Fist, which was as fierce as a pack of beasts pouncing, Yan Cheng responded with even faster claw strikes.

In an instant, their claws and fists collided, their forces clashing, and the sound of the wind piercing the air was as sharp as a thousand needles piercing their eardrums!

After a hundred punches, the two finally separated by a distance of nearly ten steps.

This was achieved by Chen Xiang at the cost of almost losing an arm.

His left fist was covered in blood and flesh, and the armor formed by the dark, malevolent energy was shattered.

The corpse cultivator still gripped the golden bow tightly in his hand, knowing full well that it was useless to him.

"It's still too close."

A clear sense of despair welled up in his heart.

The reason why the "Hundred Steps Heavenly Fiend Fist" is named after a hundred steps is that as long as you are within a hundred steps of your opponent, this fist technique is enough to easily crush any opponent of similar cultivation level.

From a hundred paces away, the fists could hardly reach him; all Chen Xiang could rely on was the golden bow on his back.

With twelve spirit arrows in hand, he would be able to put up a fight even against Huang Tong!

At least until today, that's what he thought.

"After this battle, I realized that there are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding..."

Even in the most absurd dream, Chen Xiang never expected that the one who could drive him to such a point was neither the late-stage master in the palace nor the Heavenly Child.

Instead, he was an unknown person who seemed to have sprung out of a crack in a rock!

"If there is an afterlife, I will certainly not underestimate the heroes of the world..."

Seeing that Yan Cheng had somehow managed to grasp several thin, white, silvery threads in his palm, Chen Xiang knew he had no chance of survival.

However, at this very moment...

A clear bell, as if from a distant land, caused Yan Cheng's hand, which was about to unleash the silk threads, to freeze instantly.

He abruptly raised his head, gazing in the direction the road in the fog pointed to, the direction where the hidden palace should be located:

【Yu Yu Zhong】...How is that possible!

"If there truly were still magical treasures within the Moon-Covering Palace, the Lord of the Longevity Palace would have personally intervened long ago! It's not something a few Foundation Establishment cultivators could resolve!"

"The bell didn't ring from this place, but rather..."

His gaze turned south, as if trying to pierce through the vast sea of ​​fog:

"It's the bell in the palace that's ringing."

"This bell's sound can actually traverse the vast distance between the Hall of Longevity and the Palace of Obscuring the Moon. Does it have any effect?"

Thinking of this, Yan Cheng suddenly realized that he didn't actually know how far the Changsheng Palace and Biyue Palace were.

It should be said that Huang Tong's operation of having the cultivators come to Biyue Palace through the teleportation array made him subconsciously believe that the two places were far apart.

In fact, the distance between this place and the Hall of Longevity is probably shorter than the distance between the town where the original was located and the hall!

As the bells rang, the fog in front of the palace seemed to dissipate.

A huge figure that Yan Cheng recognized stood upright in the sea of ​​mist. Behind its broad, earthen body was a pitch-black coffin that looked rather tiny in comparison.

The next instant, the coffin lid was pushed open from the inside out.

A black mist veiled her face, and a sturdy yet graceful figure sat up from the coffin.

Even from a distance, Yan Cheng could still clearly see the gleam in those long, narrow, serpentine eyes behind the mist.

Every tradition in this world has its corresponding imagery.

For example, the imagery associated with "Taiyin" includes laurel and jade rabbit, while those associated with "Hanqi" include cold pine, giant wolf, and even giants that have been extinct since ancient times.

Snakes and dragons belong to the category of the Netherworld!

Huang Tong's narrow eyes precisely demonstrate that she has already surpassed any other corpse cultivator in the hall in her cultivation of the Netherworld Path.

Even before heading to Biyue Palace, Yan Cheng had already harbored suspicions.

Huang Tong had only just broken through to the late stage of Qi Refining four months ago, so how could he have made preparations to break through to Foundation Establishment so quickly!

The time she spent in the mid-stage of Qi Refining could be measured in years.

Even if all the resources of the entire palace were poured into her alone, four months would still be far from enough for her to reach the late-stage perfection of cultivation!

"Unless, her breakthrough to the later stages occurred much earlier than we know of."

Yan Cheng suddenly realized that one of the purposes of the mist that had been covering Huang Tong's face for so long was to make people misjudge her cultivation level, and even his Hidden Immortal Mirror had not detected the truth!

It wasn't until he was close to the Foundation Establishment stage that Huang Tong revealed his cultivation level, which was almost at the late stage of perfection, without reservation.

The countless corpse demons offered to the hall by the corpse cultivators with painstaking efforts were all transformed into a radiant light in her eyes, revealing the depth of her cultivation, and lifting this cultivator who used a yang body to cultivate yin methods onto the path of building a foundation for the Dao.

With a flick of her finger, she guided the giant statue beneath her to deliver a powerful punch, smashing open the sea of ​​mist in front of Gong Yu!

With a deafening roar, the sea of ​​mist was blasted open by this incredibly heavy punch, revealing a stone palace hidden behind the mist, like a pipa veiled in mystery.

Under the gaze of dozens of eyes both inside and outside the sea of ​​fog, a beam of light as clear as the moon rose from the hole and instantly soared into the high heavens above the sea of ​​fog.

Even if most Qi Refining cultivators saw this thing with their own eyes, they probably wouldn't be able to recognize its origin.

However, for Yan Cheng, this was the only item he would not mistake even without the Immortal-Hiding Mirror:

【Laurel's Clear Shade and Mysterious Flower】!