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

Laurel in clear shade and mysterious bloom.

From ancient times to the present, it has been the foundation for the cultivation of immortals of the Taiyin lineage. Even the Taiyin Immortal Sect has a few top-notch spiritual items in its possession!

Don't be fooled by the fact that Yan Cheng has so much of this thing that he can't possibly use it all.

What is the status of the Lord of the Hall of Longevity? He is a high-ranking cultivator who is in charge of one of the five courts and twelve halls of the Immortal Sect, and one of the top twenty leaders of the sect.

Even just to gather a wisp of laurel's pure and mysterious essence, one wastes a hundred years of life.

Yan Cheng even suspected that the method of collecting the pure yin essence of laurel had long been lost, even within the immortal sects.

It is precisely because they are so difficult to obtain that every ray of moonlight that remains in the world is all the more precious!

In an instant, in the void of the sea of ​​mist that had been temporarily pushed back by the giant dragon-headed statue, five-colored streams of light rose into the sky at the same time, like shooting stars tearing through the not-yet-fully-illuminated sky.

The five beams of light, each with its distinct root, were reflected on the surface of the Hidden Immortal Mirror.

It is precisely [Wild Bandit Flame], [Bones in the Tomb], [Golden Years], [Swallows Chasing Waves], [Entwined Vines].

Faced with this precious treasure, the five Foundation Establishment cultivators, true disciples of the hall, instantly put aside their past grievances and joined hands to seize it!

As for what to do with the moonlight after it's obtained, that's something to consider later.

A qualified cultivator of the Immortal Sect must know how to prioritize tasks.

Every Foundation Establishment cultivator knows that if they watch this item fall into the hands of outsiders, they will face a cruel punishment upon returning to the palace!

Sure enough, just a moment later, three more streaks of light rose up from the other side of the sky, heading towards the ethereal moonlight!

Yan Cheng's eyes shone brightly, and with a wondrous activation of the Immortal Mirror, he reflected the immortal foundations and lineages of the three streams of light in the mirror:

"The [Mingwang Armor] of the [Supreme Seat] path, the [Yuweixia] of the [Xiaxiao] path..."

The former refers to Buddhist practitioners, while the latter belongs to the Jade Purity lineage of the Three Pure Ones.

"Clearly, these are Foundation Establishment cultivators sent by Lotus Temple and Shengao Sect!"

As for the other ray of light, which was the clearest but whose foundation was clearly weaker than the other two, it was the [Light Boat Goes] of the [Cold Qi] path.

"It's Hancheng Academy."

Although this sect claims to be the orthodox lineage of Confucianism, its disciples cultivate the [Cold Qi] that flourished in the Northern Territory, and its main principle is to adapt to local customs.

As a disciple of the Immortal Sect who judges others by his own standards, Yan Cheng was almost certain that the Cold Qi cultivation method in the Hall of Longevity was obtained in the same way that the Cold Cheng Academy possessed.

These outsiders from the south have been begging in the north for quite some time now.

Unfortunately, circumstances were beyond their control. The northern kingdoms were divided and impoverished, leaving them no choice but to let the three righteous sects ride roughshod over them and squeeze every last drop of the Immortal Dynasty's legacy.

However, at this moment, the five true disciples of the hall clearly had no intention of letting these righteous cultivators run rampant during their Foundation Establishment stage.

Five beams of light, each a different color, collided with the three beams of light from the righteous path with overwhelming force!

The intense pressure generated by the clash between Foundation Establishment cultivators caused the mist sea, which was about to recede, to suddenly retreat, only to close again at an even faster speed.

In the last moment before the sea of ​​fog closed, Yan Cheng noticed that Huang Tong used the arm of the dragon-headed giant statue as a bridge to calmly slip into the broken hole in the Biyue Palace.

A strong sense of crisis gripped his heart instantly, driving him to immediately move and rush towards the location of the Moon-Covering Palace!

Was it due to the influence of the [Bandit Flame]? Yan Cheng had no idea.

He knew that no matter what, it would be absolutely not in his own interest to sit idly by and watch Huang Tong take all the treasures from Biyue Palace.

When faced with a great treasure, the fire of greed in people's hearts sometimes doesn't need the aid of a celestial foundation.

Once again, Yan Cheng ignored whether Deng Jian and Pei Yi could keep up and hurried towards the stone palace!

As for Chen Xiang?

If it weren't for the fact that he happened to discover that the three of them were already close by, and that he was worried that they were following the true master's orders to ruin his important plans, Yan Cheng would not have had any reason to eliminate the three of them.

Although according to the rules of conduct of the Immortal Sect, one should not do anything unless it is inconvenient, and if one does something, one should do it thoroughly and leave no room for reversal.

The opportunity for the opening of the Moon Palace is right before our eyes, but Chen Xiang's troubles will ultimately only be a future problem.

Yan Cheng knew perfectly well which was more important!

However, someone else did not have the same sense of propriety as him.

With a soft hiss, the powerful arrow pierced the air, instantly shattering the frost and freezing energy that Yan Cheng had dispersed outside his body, leaving a deep, long groove of blood on the side of his neck!

Yan Cheng suddenly turned around, reached out and grabbed the golden arrow that was embedded in the blank stele, and threw it back towards Chen Xiang's location!

Chen Xiang never expected that, despite his injuries, he could react so quickly, and that the force of his throw could reach a hundred paces away.

His left hand was already injured and he was unable to draw the bow. He had even used his foot to draw the bow and shoot the arrow just now. In the midst of the chaos, he could only raise the bow to respond.

With a clang, sparks flew.

The golden arrow that flew backward was knocked away by the golden bow, but it also sent Chen Xiang flying backward!

Deng Jian and Pei Yi exchanged a glance, both fearing that this guy was using a trap to lure them in. They simultaneously abandoned their plans to finish him off and rushed towards Yan Cheng.

The handsome young man with long, flowing hair had a cold and aloof expression. He reached out and touched the wound on his neck, and a chilling frost forcefully froze the wound.

He whispered:

"You've got some skills."

"I was being petty with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't linger and flew swiftly towards the Moon-Hidden Palace like a flying crane.

The two corpse cultivators ran as fast as they could, but they could only catch a glimpse of Yan Cheng's back.

Meanwhile, Chen Xiang, who had been thrown into the air and whose stone coffin lid had disappeared along with him, took a long time to catch his breath before finally managing to stand up.

His face showed both bitterness and a hint of relief at having narrowly escaped death.

As the great battle among the Foundation Establishers in the air began, the voice that had traveled thousands of miles through his Zhongdan Town artifact, the [Sound Transmission Gold], was no longer heard.

This means that at this moment, he has completely severed all contact with his third senior brother.

If Chen Xiang still had any remaining spirit, it was all wiped out by Yan Cheng's arrow.

At this moment, he no longer had any intention of competing with Yan Cheng; only one thought remained in his mind:

"Should we run away?"

To be fair, he didn't think that staying in the fog would bring him any benefits that could make up for the losses of this trip.

But his third senior brother's reaction was equally worrying.

Based on his understanding of the other party, if he were to go back like this, the other party would likely assume that all the investments they had made in him over the years had gone down the drain.

At this critical moment, when he was caught in a dilemma, there was a sudden sound behind him.

A chilling aura spread out, and Chen Xiang turned around to see a figure slowly sitting up from the wide-open stone coffin.

Not only that, but nearby and in the distance, ten or even a hundred corpses pushed open their coffins on their own, revealing their forms in the morning mist.

Even though he himself was a dead man, Chen Xiang still felt extremely uneasy.

He set off to escape, but his figure froze when he saw a certain figure.

The woman in the golden hairpin and wide robe, who had been ignored by the two fiercely fighting, had stood up from her kneeling position beneath the blank stele. Her long sword was drawn, its blade gleaming as brightly as the moon.

Just like the sharp glint in her eyes, which were burning with vitality.