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

Ling Qiao was already fully activating the secret technique of "Concealing Breath and Hiding Qi" passed down by her sect, hoping that Yan Cheng, who was hundreds of steps away, would not notice her.

She wasn't very skilled in this technique, but fortunately, all her acupoints were sealed by the "Nine Needles Locking Yang Method," so her aura was already deeply locked inside her body, which saved her a lot of effort in concealing her aura.

"If this guy finds me now, can I escape unscathed with my acupoints locked?"

Ling Qiao knew the answer without even thinking.

As a disciple of a true master, this was the first time she had felt so uneasy, realizing that her life was entirely in the other party's hands, and the thought of running away arose instantly in her mind:

"The undead outside should have been mostly eliminated by the demonic sect's corpse cultivators who entered the mist by now. Even if they escaped, they wouldn't be without a chance to survive..."

No, what am I thinking?

"These guys are extremely cautious; how could they possibly be wholeheartedly fighting against this endless sea of ​​corpses?"

"I'm afraid they're all fleeing for their lives, and might even drag their fellow disciples down with them as scapegoats."

Senior Brother Dongming's constant guidance over the past few days has given Ling Qiao a deeper understanding of the conduct of the Demonic Sect cultivators.

These guys only act like decent human beings when there's profit to be made; otherwise, they're ruthless and heartless, prioritizing their own path.

"They do bear some resemblance to the disciples of my Three Pure Ones sect."

"My master and Uncle-Master Wang are fellow disciples, yet even knowing the latter would die in the Corpse-Raising Asylum, he remained indifferent, solely to uphold the transcendent image of our lineage!"

The thought that made her feel guilty just flashed through her mind, but she immediately erased it without hesitation, wishing she could slap herself:

"They must have been lured in by Foundation Establishment cultivators!"

"I believe this is the right path, the right path!"

Ling Qiao received her education at Hancheng Academy from a young age and then cultivated Taoist practices at Shengao Sect for many years. The orthodox ideas she had been instilled with over the years had long since taken root in her heart.

The reason why righteous cultivators are righteous is because they have something more important in their hearts than whether they achieve enlightenment themselves.

Otherwise, the three righteous sects of today are all the orthodox sects of the three religions, and they can peacefully cultivate the Tao across the strait.

Why risk destruction and brave frost and thorns to go to the northern border to teach and enlighten the people?

"It's solely for the purpose of promoting righteousness and justice!"

If Yan Cheng could hear her innermost thoughts, he would definitely scoff and think that she was just another hopeless thing who had been marinated in grand schemes.

Ling Qiao would never have such a thought on her own.

Having cultivated Taoism for decades, no one around her ever challenged her gradually forming ideas, which made them even more deeply ingrained.

At that moment, only one thought remained in my mind:

"If I could obtain the [Taiyin], it would be a great contribution to the righteous path's efforts in the Northern Territory."

"Those who cultivate the righteous path of Jade Purity have little interest in the yin and yang."

"The academy is different; it doesn't possess the authentic lineages of the various Confucian schools, except for the [Cold Qi] path, which is relatively complete."

"If one cannot attain the [Taiyin] state in the end, must one cultivate cold Qi for thousands of years?"

Thinking of this, Ling Qiao suddenly felt that her current adventure was full of meaning, and even if she died here, she would be fearless.

Seeing that Yan Cheng and the other two had already disappeared into the sea of ​​mist, she felt a pang of anxiety and quickly followed behind.

……

The porch is full of doors and windows.

After finally stepping through the gates of the Hidden Moon Palace, the thick fog dissipated.

It was as if layers of dark clouds covered the sky, but they did not obscure the endless, winding corridor in front of and behind, the scenery of which seemed to stretch on forever.

Yan Cheng turned around and saw that Deng Jian and Pei Yi were no longer there. He wasn't alarmed, but he secretly confirmed his earlier judgment:

"There are indeed other advanced cultivation methods within the palace..."

This place is the most eye-catching ancient ruins of Biyue Palace on the northern slope. It is not the secret realm in those third-rate fantasy novels that Yan Cheng read in his previous life, which inexplicably only allow low-level cultivators to enter, so that the protagonist can get all the opportunities.

Neither the boundless fog nor the restrictions imposed by the corpse cultivators could stop a Core Formation cultivator who truly intended to seize the treasure.

Yan Cheng believed that perhaps hundreds of years ago, when this place was first discovered, the powerful cultivators of the northern foothills had already fought over the treasures of this place, taking the most valuable items for themselves.

The Whispering Bell hanging on the roof of the Hall of Longevity at this moment must have been obtained by the ancient cultivator of the Heavenly Corpse Path during that battle.

A lineage that once boasted at least several True Immortals who were qualified to compete for magical treasures and ultimately succeeded has now fallen to the point where it cannot even find a single legitimate successor. This makes one sigh at the ruthlessness of the Immortal Sect's methods.

It should be noted that even the ancient Northern Huang Immortal Dynasty and the recent Great Zhou Dynasty both severely suppressed the Netherworld cultivators, yet they never managed to annihilate the Heavenly Corpse lineage. This remarkable feat was accomplished by the Taiyin Immortal Sect.

Is it fair to say that demonic cultivators know best how to deal with other demonic cultivators?

Yan Cheng smiled smugly.

He wasn't worried about Deng Jian and Pei Yi's safety. Since the two had voluntarily followed him into the Biyue Palace, their fate, whether they lived or died, was their own destiny.

If they were lucky enough to obtain a treasure, Yan Cheng would at most use his [Cave Illumination] to scan what kind of treasure they had obtained, and would not forcibly seize it unless necessary.

Of course, if they obtained treasures of the [Shangyin] and [Taiyin] types, and the two of them resolutely refused to hand them over, that would be even more difficult.

He wouldn't mind upholding the traditions of the Demonic Sect and keeping an eye on the treasures obtained by his two fellow disciples.

The long corridor was deep and secluded. Yan Cheng had thought this place would be like a maze, endless and with no end in sight, and that wild monsters no less formidable than palace guards would jump out every few steps.

But the road ahead was much smoother than he had imagined. Before long, he stopped in front of a hall that was wider than he had ever imagined.

The dome of the hall was so high that even with his current eyesight as a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator, he could not see what was in the dark, unseen depths.

This place seems to have been built for a race of giants, rather than for monks.

But this is the Moon-Hidden Palace!

This is a hidden place containing ancient heritage. At most, giants here would only be turned into corpse puppets and serve as gatekeepers. How could they be allowed to set foot in the core hall of this stone palace!

Yan Cheng clenched his hands into a mudra, using the wondrous [Insightful Insight] technique to pave the way and slowly moved forward.

Above the hall stood nine enormous altars, devoid of any divine statues.

The eight altars in the center, like stars surrounding the moon, accentuate the majestic and dazzling presence of the largest altar in the very center.

Nine has been the ultimate number since ancient times, a sacred number revered by the ancient immortal dynasties, and has been used by cultivators in the Northern Territory ever since.

It wasn't until the sun set and the moon disappeared from the world that modern scholars reduced the sacred number by two and made seven the most important.

In other words, the history of this hall is likely longer than Yan Cheng had previously anticipated, dating back to the heyday of the Immortal Dynasty when Yin and Yang appeared in the world!

Yan Cheng's gaze suddenly fixed on the seal script in front of the first of the three altars in the center:

【Taiyin Changyou Wuming Immortal Lord】