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

"That bell...it's the Soul-Capturing Bell!"

"Didn't Huang Tong already go into seclusion?"

Startled, Yan Cheng retreated swiftly, simultaneously forming the Moonlit Seal to observe the surroundings.

There was no one within a hundred paces.

Yan Cheng calmed down a little.

A hundred steps is the limit that a Qi Refining cultivator's divine sense can reach. A top-tier spiritual artifact like the Soul-Capturing Bell might be able to freeze a corpse cultivator a hundred steps away, but it wouldn't help her discover her own existence.

He did not feel any obstruction to his movements at this moment, which shows that the sound of the bell just now did not target him.

Yan Cheng's body instantly transformed into mist, moving at full speed away from the exit of the sea of ​​mist.

At that moment, the situation on the road had completely changed.

Except for the Weaver Girl, all the corpse cultivators were frozen in place by the sound of the bell, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at the bright moon that was about to sink into the ground in the distance.

I fear that in the next instant, the soul-stirring dawn will take its place.

However, before that, skeletal arms, which had silently burst forth from the ground, had already gripped their feet tightly.

Yan Cheng wanted to see clearly what those things that had broken through the ground were.

However, in the next instant, the sea of ​​fog began to close up again, blocking his view.

At the last moment, he watched as the silk weaver at the front seemed to make up her mind, her figure flying away into the unknown darkness.

Time slips away with each heartbeat.

By the time Yan Cheng realized what was happening, the boundless fog had already closed again, separating him from the fate of those pitiful people struggling to survive.

A thousand thoughts raced through Yan Cheng's mind, but his figure, transformed into clouds and mist, dared not hesitate for a moment, and flew towards the palace without stopping.

……

The Hall of Longevity has four floors.

The spacious, dark room was empty except for a brass bonsai in the center of the room, which was engraved with the terrain of the surrounding valleys.

The bonsai is centered around the seven-story Changsheng Hall, and the number of flashing red dots increases significantly with each floor below the top floor.

Tian Tong's gaze swept towards the fourth-floor dark room where he was, where two red lights shone brightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly imperceptibly.

In the blink of an eye, no fewer than dozens of red lights went out one after another on the outskirts of the valley.

Each extinguishing of a red light signifies the complete disappearance of a vital energy.

Of course, Tian Tong knew that the wonders of the [Soul-Observing and Fate-Seeing Treasure Basin] could not yet be achieved with such precision.

Whether the red light went out due to the loss of life or because it was obscured by the sea of ​​fog and could not be perceived, it cannot be discerned by looking at the treasure basin alone.

However, since the ordinary corpse cultivators had already been swallowed up by the sea of ​​mist, it was no different from being dead.

Only the brightest point of red light, clinging to the last sliver of remaining light, ran outside the observation range of the treasure basin.

Silk weaver.

The moment the red dot paused proved that she had sensed the danger lurking in the dense forest beyond the valley.

Upon hearing the sound of the Soul-Capturing Bell and realizing that she had not been immobilized, it was impossible for her not to understand that the cultivators had deliberately pushed her to escape.

And she did not disappoint the cultivators, resolutely heading into the unknown darkness.

Indeed, what choice did she have?

Dawn is about to replace the moon. Even if she cultivates the "Hidden Mist Technique" and can transform into mist, she will be reduced to her original form and her soul will be scattered under the clear light of the sun.

The "Pulling Silk Stabilizing Yang True Method," which condenses Yang Fire into Puppets and releases it outside the body to avoid the backlash of Yang Fire, is far from powerful enough to help her survive in the sunlight.

Following the wishes of the upper cultivators and fleeing to the dense forest was, in fact, the best outcome for her.

"The plan has progressed smoothly so far."

"Now, let's see if she can open the gate to that secret realm as your disciples all hope..."

Tian Tong concealed the strange light that flashed in his eyes, turned around, and said demurely with lowered eyes:

"Congratulations on your breakthrough to the late stage of Qi Refining, Senior Sister."

"If Senior Sister hadn't intervened and decisively cut off that female cultivator's escape route, she might not have been able to make up her mind."

"If she drags us down and we die in the sunlight, all our plans over the past few days will be for naught."

A soft laugh echoed from the shadows, and a lithe and graceful woman in a black robe emerged, holding a golden bell.

The piercing eyes hidden behind the black mist shone even brighter than when Yan Cheng first saw them.

When a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining focuses their central palace on the space between their eyebrows, the upper dantian and qi palace are formed, and their spiritual sense can reach a hundred steps away.

With the mysterious blessing of the Soul-Capturing Bell, Huang Tong was even able to immobilize multiple targets five hundred paces away in one fell swoop, without having to risk his life at all.

In her opinion, enough corpse cultivators who filled the fog with their bodies were sufficient, and she didn't mind letting a few slip through the net.

Those surviving brats, having witnessed what happened today, will probably no longer dare to entertain the idea of ​​fleeing.

If any of them diligently cultivate and reach the intermediate stage, they will be useful to her in the future.

As long as the "Hidden Mist and Concealed Origin Technique" is not leaked, everything will be fine.

She wasn't too worried about this, not to mention whether the guys who had contact with the Silk Weaver during this period were insightful enough to understand the runes on the female cultivator's back.

To contain the boundless mist, one must at least reach the peak of the early stage of Qi Refining.

Such a person would have had his soul drained and nothing left if he encountered the Weaver Girl.

Could it be that I could turn the tables and subdue the other party, and obtain the "Hidden Mist Concealing Yuan Technique" from the Silk Weaver?

As a living cultivator, Huang Tong had never given a second glance to any of the corpse cultivators in the hall.

They didn't believe that these mediocre talents who weren't valued or accepted into the sects during their lifetimes would suddenly be reborn and achieve anything great after dying once.

That being said, the celestial child before them was ultimately a talent favored by their master and could not be treated as an ordinary corpse cultivator.

Huang Tong said in a gentle tone:

"A few days ago, while I was still in seclusion, you acted according to my previous instructions, planning step by step without any oversights. You deserve credit for that."

"Unfortunately, Guan Caishun was still useful."

Tian Tong bowed slightly:

"Before the Holy Maiden made her move, she personally came to my room and asked me to apologize to my senior sister on her behalf. My cultivation level is too low, so I dared not stop her."

Huang Tong smiled dismissively:

"A dignified peak Qi Refining cultivator, going so far as to ambush a mid-stage cultivator. My sixth senior sister is really getting more and more impressive."

"Aren't you afraid that one day when I see her, she'll just raise her hand and shake that golden bell?"

Tiantong pretended not to hear and continued:

"The saintess also asked me how much I knew about the Weaver Girl."

What will you say to her?

"Just following orders."

Huang Tong smiled again:

"It seems that although she is audacious, she does not dare to make a move against you, who is valued by Master."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't feel comfortable entrusting you with my duties during my seclusion."

"Who knows how low that sinister thing's bottom line might be!"

If Yan Cheng were here, and heard Huang Tong's sharp criticism of others' low moral standards, he would definitely burst out laughing.

The child showed no sign of distress, only saying:

Those born into poverty who rise to prominence overnight are always far more ruthless than others.

"If it weren't for this point, my senior sister wouldn't have given me such an important position."

Huang Tong laughed loudly:

"She brought up the matter of the silk weaver to test our abilities, but little did she know that I hadn't revealed much to you at all?"

"What's rare is... you never seem to ask me."

Tiantong responded with a smile:

"Having served in the palace for several years, I dare not say I have learned much, but I do know what I should ask and what I should never ask!"