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

Simultaneously.

Huang Tong rode the dragon-headed giant statue to a place not far from where the palace had been smashed open.

The nameless corpse cultivator struggled to get up from the ground, still not recovered from the shock of the enormous spiritual pressure erupting from the coffin.

This was power that was infinitely close to the Foundation Establishment level. Even with the cultivation level of the nameless corpse cultivator, he couldn't understand what Huang Tong was doing at that time.

There was only one thing he was absolutely certain of: his mission was complete.

Seemingly due to the strange change caused by the ringing of the Whispering Bell a moment earlier, the tranquil sea of ​​stone coffins began to riot.

One by one, the living corpses pushed open their coffins and rose up, reborn under the shroud of a dense, all-encompassing fog.

The nameless corpse cultivator was also a veteran late-stage cultivator who had practiced the Qi Observation Technique.

Just by a rough look, these zombies are all at least at the mid-stage or higher level of aura, and there are even some that are on par with the late-stage!

A sense of foreboding surged through him; he knew this would be the greatest crisis he had ever faced in his monastic career.

The difference between a living corpse and a corpse puppet is that the former still has remnants of a soul in its body, but not strong enough to maintain the ability to think.

They exist in a state between being dead and not dead, disobeying orders from others and acting solely on instinct. They are similar to the corpse-eating puppets in the Hall of Longevity, but their aura is far stronger.

The nameless corpse cultivator had been in the palace for many years and had mastered all three body techniques, which were essential for later-stage cultivators. He was also quite proficient in various practical combat techniques.

In a fight, he was confident that he would not be afraid of a combined attack from three or more mid-stage corpse cultivators.

Dealing with undead that act solely on instinct and have no tactical coordination is much easier than dealing with the same number of zombie cultivators.

The problem is that there aren't just three living corpses in front of us, but thirty, three hundred!

No matter how superb his ability to save his life is, how many times can he use the Three Bodies Technique?

A cultivator's spiritual power has its limits; every bit used is a bit less.

Unlike Foundation Establishment cultivators, who can recover their vitality by breathing exercises a few times as long as their immortal foundation is intact.

As a technique involving the spatial dimension, the Three Bodies Technique is far more complex than other offensive techniques, not to mention its consumption of spiritual energy.

If they were ancient cultivators who had supposedly cultivated the Primordial Qi, and whose Qi Palace between their eyebrows was several times stronger than that of modern cultivators, they might have had the strength to repeatedly use the Three Bodies Technique and successfully escape from this sea of ​​corpses before them.

However, in the present world where the method of condensing innate Qi has been lost, the abilities of late-stage Qi Refining cultivators have been greatly limited, and their significance is reduced to serving as a transition before condensing the Immortal Foundation.

In the Hall of Longevity, the vast majority of Foundation Establishment cultivators have no hope of ever reaching the Foundation Establishment stage in their entire lives.

"So it becomes purely a consumable."

There is no hope for the future.

These four words are the dark cloud that has hung over the hearts of countless cultivators throughout history since the very beginning of their cultivation journey.

Unfortunately, being born in the Hall of Longevity, these four words are not just an unresolved fate, but a heavy boulder weighing down on all the cultivators.

At this moment, the only thought remaining in the mind of the nameless corpse cultivator was the intense obsession with preserving his life.

He started running at full speed.

Just then, a male cultivator dressed in the black robes and white clothes of a corpse cultivator from the Hall of Longevity emerged from the pile of living corpses.

The claws, covered in black blood, attacked swiftly, but they couldn't withstand the frenzied onslaught of the undead.

Just like the ghoul puppets in the Hall of Longevity and the silk weavers that the Holy Maiden used to keep, the living corpses with incomplete souls are naturally attracted by the yang energy of the souls of the living.

Like a hungry wolf devouring flesh, the sight of blood only fuels its arrogance.

The nameless corpse cultivator recognized the corpse cultivator in front of him as Yang Hao, whose combat strength was considered high among mid-stage corpse cultivators.

His Ghostly Corpse Claw technique was incredibly fierce, and it was precisely what he could rely on to break the current predicament.

Normally, he would never deign to cultivate to such a low level.

Even if mid-stage corpse cultivators are exceptionally talented, how much can they help him advance on the path to enlightenment?

However, at this moment, he had quietly grasped a silver-white silk thread in his hand.

It was Huang Tong who gave him the puppet strings as payment for this operation.

At that very moment, Yang Hao caught a glimpse of the nameless corpse cultivator out of the corner of his eye.

He didn't know who this person was, but the excellent upbringing of the immortal sect made him keenly aware that encountering a fellow disciple in the secret realm was definitely not something to be happy about.

However, before he could even take off, the silver thread in the nameless corpse cultivator's hand had already flown towards the back of his neck!

……

"Damn it, this is unbelievable!"

In a corner of the foggy sea, a girl in a Taoist robe moved with lightning speed, as swift as a fish that had slipped through a net.

After finally escaping to a place where the stone coffins were less scattered, he calmed down a bit and had room to complain.

This frantic run nearly caused the long needles embedded in the nine acupoints on her chest and back to fly off, and the yang energy in the acupoints almost boiled over. She was so frightened that she quickly stretched out her palms to reinforce the needles.

The girl's name was Ling Qiao. She came from Hancheng Academy and cultivated the academy's orthodox "White Tree Linghan Technique," making her a cultivator of the [Cold Qi] path.

She was a living person and should not have been able to enter the restricted area that allowed the corpse cultivator to enter.

Hancheng Academy has waited a long time for Biyue Palace to appear in the world for a hundred years, so they can't just do nothing, can they?

Thus, Ling Qiao became a errand girl sent to the northern foothills by the master of Hancheng Academy.

The path of Cold Qi has a mysterious connection with the Netherworld. According to the calculations of Confucian cultivators, Cold Qi cultivators may have been mistaken for corpse cultivators by the restrictions of this place!

However, Ling Qiao herself was ultimately a yang being, so the "Nine Needles Locking Yang Method" was created to lock the yang energy deep within her body at nine major acupoints, thus deceiving the restrictions of this place.

This was a risky move with a slim chance of survival. Even the Foundation Establishment cultivators in the academy knew it was just a test. Ling Qiao was absolutely certain that she would die on the spot the moment she stepped into the restricted area!

She won the bet.

Even though she was chased and humiliated by a horde of undead that suddenly appeared the moment she stepped into the restricted area, Ling Qiao was still in a good mood:

"Things aren't at their worst yet... they've managed to sneak in after all."

"If these long needles hadn't locked away the yang energy within me, preventing me from casting many spells..."

"I'm at the late stage of Qi Refining, why would I be afraid of these guys who can't even walk straight without stumbling?"

Ling Qiao was always quite confident in her own cultivation and magic skills; otherwise, she wouldn't have dared to volunteer to go to the Northern Foothills with her master and senior brother.

If Hancheng Academy, which considers itself the orthodox Confucian school, once had a period of arrogance in which it did not take the "Taiyin Demon Cultivators" seriously.

He had long since realized what was happening when his uncle Wang Cheng died silently on the northern slope.

However, the absence of her master and senior brothers made this usually carefree girl quite uneasy, and she couldn't help but try to comfort herself by talking to herself:

"Huang Tong has already demonstrated once. Once you step into the Hidden Moon Palace, you will no longer be bound by the restrictions imposed by whether you are a corpse cultivator or not."

"Then we can pull out these damn steel needles and have a big fight with these demonic cultivators, which will also be a way to vent our anger for Uncle Wang."

"I only hope... that there truly is an opportunity within this palace to cultivate the [Taiyin] path!"