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

"Someone wants to muddy the waters, but it's unclear whether it's to prevent your escape or to teach you how to escape in the chaos."

Yan Cheng tossed the unfolded gold paper at the feet of the silk weaver, then lay back down in the black coffin, his eyes calmly fixed on the empty ceiling.

The phrase "the dragon escapes its predicament" can be interpreted in many ways.

"But look at the corpse cultivators on this Hall of Longevity, who have no hope for the future; there is only one message they are conveying."

"That is the possibility of escaping the Palace of Eternal Life."

Yan Cheng rested his arms behind his head. To this day, he still couldn't get used to sleeping in a hard coffin, but the Yin body of a corpse cultivator couldn't do without the nourishment of Yin energy.

He continued:

"The cultivators in the hall were already terrified because of you, and felt that the hall was no longer safe. Huang Tong, who used to intimidate them, is now in seclusion."

"Now that even the Corpse-Eating Shadow Puppet has been withdrawn, just as I predicted, on the first night of the month, quite a few people will definitely take the risk."

The silk weaver shook her head:

"Unless an ordinary corpse cultivator carries a coffin and runs away, they won't survive a day outside the palace."

Yan Cheng said:

"There will definitely be people who think it's better than sitting and waiting to die."

The silk weaver still shook her head:

"So what? They can't sense the exact location of the exit at all, so they won't try to take my way, and they certainly won't get in your way."

Yan Cheng smiled:

"They may not be able to find the exit, but they'll at least know to look in the direction the moonlight is coming from, right?"

"Don't underestimate the ability of these people in the palace to act when they are driven to a dead end."

"Compared to you, they may be very weak, but they can be just as capable of causing trouble!"

The silk weaver paused for a moment:

Are you scared?

Yan Cheng said leisurely:

"It's just a reminder."

"Given the current situation, it is probably no longer appropriate for you to openly appear in the palace in your true form."

"I have a method that you might want to consider if you're interested."

afraid?

To say that I'm not afraid would be a lie.

If, originally, Gao Xiu's plan was just a large net hanging overhead, about to fall but not quite.

As the golden paper crane that had been encouraging the cultivators to find their own way stopped in front of the door, Yan Cheng truly felt the heavy pressure of the rope net binding him, which gradually made it hard for him to breathe.

Although the net was not specifically targeted at him, it undoubtedly blocked his path along with that of the silk weaver.

But should he give it up? Faced with what might be his only chance to see the moon?

A fierce purple flame blazed in Yan Cheng's eyes, so intense that even the usually calm and collected weaver was moved.

"When people doubt, fear, and give up, that is precisely my opportunity to attain enlightenment!"

……

The first day of the month, at dawn.

The mist-shrouded palace was isolated from the outside world, with no windows or doors, like an airtight ant cage.

However, at this moment, the insects and ants in the cage, unwilling to accept their fate, seemed to have found their chance. Countless limbs stirred in the darkness, but the movement was completely covered up by the enclosed environment.

One figure after another swept into the sea of ​​fog under the night sky, but only one figure seemed to know its destination beforehand and disappeared into the lower ground, its long hair flowing behind it like a waterfall.

The exit of the foggy sea is not high up, but at the end of the hillside in the open space outside the palace, which is also the direction where the last ray of moonlight shines in the long night.

Yan Cheng was dressed in plain white robes and black robes, with a vast white mist coiling around his body like a long snake, completely concealing his aura.

Only when he stopped at the edge of a vast flat area did the mist on his body tremble as if it could no longer hold its breath, and slowly condense into a human figure beside him.

The silk weaver showed little embarrassment, and simply said:

"In this way, the cause and effect of your aura on the way out of the temple will be blocked."

"Even if the true masters used divination techniques to predict the future, they could not have known that you had come to this place with me today."

Yan Cheng smiled slightly:

"Does the Taiyin Immortal Sect still possess divination techniques?"

The silk weaver said:

"I don't know."

"But wasn't it precisely to guard against this possibility that you had me transform into mist and wrap around you when you left the palace, to block all your calculations?"

To be honest, Yan Cheng's desire for the Unstable Mist wasn't really for that reason.

Concealing one's aura and blocking one's senses is enough to evade any means of investigation he can think of.

As for the mysterious calculation of cause and effect?

Yan Cheng believed that if he were targeted by a master with such abilities, even the protection of the Unfixed Mist would be of little use.

The diviner doesn't need to calculate the cause and effect of each person; they only need to identify those whose cause and effect cannot be calculated.

This is the unique reverse thinking of the Immortal Sect. In the past three months, Yan Cheng has already begun to grasp the basics.

He gazed at the endless plain before him:

"Is this the place?"

The silk weaver nodded:

"The time is almost here."

"The road will open once the fog dissipates."

Yan Cheng hummed in agreement, gazing at the unified, boundless sea of ​​mist before him, and softly recited the secret incantation from the "Hidden Mist Concealment Technique" that contained the mist.

Just as talismans and arrays can serve as containers for magical incantations, language is also one of the channels for guiding magical power.

Ordinary corpse cultivators can't even understand the "Yin Corpse Walking and Killing Technique," so they naturally can't talk about practicing the techniques containing secret incantations.

Even the silk weaver, having skipped the process of containing the mist, was completely unable to see through Yan Cheng's actions and simply waited quietly to the side.

Just as the surface of the mist rippled for a moment, Yan Cheng decisively took action, capturing a wisp of mist that had been drawn away from the sea of ​​mist by the secret incantation in his palm.

As soon as the wisp of mist landed in his palm, it began to writhe restlessly, eagerly searching for a place to settle inside his body.

If it were any other cultivator, what they would do at this moment would be to guide the mist into their lower dantian and further refine it into a natal talisman to suppress the dantian.

However, Yan Cheng had other ideas.

He did not take the Opening Pill he had obtained from Chen Caimin. Instead, the moment the mist entered his body, he focused all his attention on visualizing the silver mirror in his mind!

Suddenly, the pearl at the top of the silver mirror shone brightly, and on the empty mirror surface, a cloud of clouds slowly gathered and dispersed.

After a long while, Yan Cheng gently exhaled, and opened his palm, which was now empty.

It was precisely by replacing the Dantian with the Hidden Immortal Mirror that it became the place to contain the Unstable Mist!

This idea did not come from a sudden whim. As early as when he first began cultivating, he realized that the silver mirror had the secret of temporarily storing the moonlight that he had not yet refined.

Although as his cultivation progressed, the moonlight that had not yet been refined soon ceased to accumulate in the mirror, it led him to speculate on yet another mysterious secret hidden within the silver mirror.

The surface of a silver mirror can be used to reflect messages, and it can also be used to store physical objects.

The Immortal-Hiding Mirror is an object controlled by one's own will, and the things hidden in the mirror are naturally connected with one's own divine will!

Yan Cheng concentrated his mind and silently practiced the "Hidden Mist Concealing Origin Technique".

Looking down, one could see that one of the palms had turned into a misty fog, which then slowly gathered back to its original state with a thought.

His eyes gleamed with a purple light:

"So that's how it is... The 'hidden' in 'Hidden Immortal Mirror' doesn't refer to hiding, but rather to storing?"