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

Inside the three floors of the Corpse-Raising Institute, in a dark room, lies the original copy of the "True Method of Pulsating Silk to Stabilize Yang".

The saintess walked to the door and slowly looked in the direction Yan Cheng and the other person had fled. Her pale purple lips seemed to tremble slightly.

As one of the corpse-raising women kept in the Hall of Longevity, she, like her kind, had her eyes, which allowed her to see the way forward, erased from the very beginning.

Corpse-raising women don't need a future; their existence is to create another person's future.

In the long-extinct Heavenly Corpse Path's prediction, this person should be the last successor who cultivated [Cold Qi] by practicing in the body of a corpse cultivator.

In order to revive the declining Daoist tradition, he cultivated the foundation for immortality using [Cold Qi].

Then, embracing the golden elixir, he sought to settle old scores with the Taiyin Immortal Sect, his former nemesis who had wiped out his entire clan.

The ancient cultivators of the Heavenly Corpse Path had long foreseen that with the collapse of the Immortal Dynasty and the fall of the Zhou Dynasty, the strict restrictions that had once weighed on the cultivators would be completely lifted.

More and more sects will inevitably get involved in the path of the Netherworld, trying to get a share of the pie on this great path that has been hidden from the world for a long time and has long been free of obstacles.

More undead will be awakened from their deaths and embark on the path of cultivation, climbing step by step.

One of them will be destined to receive all the inheritance left behind by the Heavenly Corpse Path.

In the ancient texts left behind by the Heavenly Corpse Path, the destined person is referred to as the Corpse King.

The corpse-raising women were merely consumables created to help that person ascend to the throne.

The upper half of the saint's face was blank, so no expression could be seen.

The only way to discern the nuances of this female cultivator's emotions was through the subtle twitching of her delicate nose.

Having lost her sight, she gazes upon everything before her using the "Secret Method of My Heart and My Vision".

The things seen by this mind's eye are only black and white, yet they are seen more clearly than the perfectly healthy eyes of most cultivators.

The cold, dark flames that Yan Cheng just used could burn people to death, harm their spirit, and destroy their lives.

Its power was unlike anything she had ever seen in her life.

Only some ancient scriptures she had had the chance to read in the past gave her clues:

"Moonlight shines through the glassy fire."

"The pinnacle of the Taiyin Dao lineage."

"This person... has cultivators from the sect standing behind him."

Was her guess correct? The saintess had no way of verifying it, nor did she intend to investigate further.

A series of calculations in my mind made things clearer:

"Is he someone sent to replace Huang Tong?"

"Practicing Yin techniques with a Yin body will inevitably lead to much faster progress than Huang Tong, who practices Yin techniques with a Yang body."

"Master's lifespan is nearing its end, and he... cannot wait any longer."

"But compared to the cold qi, which is similar to the Netherworld Qi, the Yin Qi is far removed from the Netherworld Qi, and it's not certain that it can be used by Master."

"Unless... the sect doesn't intend for Master to succeed."

The saint's face remained completely expressionless, but her heart was beating faster and faster.

Should I get rid of him?

"Keeping this person alive would certainly pose a threat to Huang Tong."

"However, the achievements of a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the Taiyin Dao sect will also affect my importance in my master's eyes."

"Huang Tong is ultimately from the same family as our master. Even if she loses her value, it doesn't necessarily mean she'll lose her life."

"But I am different. Once I lose my value, I might as well be offered a vessel to be used as a furnace!"

A burning desire to survive seemed to drive her to make a swift decision.

As the thick, murky corpse fluid gathered at her feet, she whispered the command:

"Bring Yan Cheng's head here."

"Things with Tendo should be finished soon."

The Holy Maiden knew that as long as Tian Tong successfully obtained what Huang Tong wanted, she would release Tian Su Yin Yue in the central courtyard ahead of time.

At that time, the surviving corpse cultivators will gather where the moon hangs high in the sky, and Huang Tong will also come in person.

However, since this fellow is a yang being, he cannot enter the corpse-raising institution. She will definitely ask a true disciple to come in on her behalf to receive the treasure.

Under the watchful eye of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, no matter how skilled she was, she couldn't harm any of the corpse cultivators!

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Yan Cheng and Wang Qing raced swiftly down the corridor.

Although the former's steps were not as fast as the latter's escape light, it always moved forward steadily, and its figure became smoother as the true energy flowed out.

On the other hand, Wang Qing, with her current Qi Refining stage cultivation, was clearly finding it very difficult to use the Golden Light Escape Technique.

After traveling a certain distance, he had to stop and look back at Yan Cheng.

After repeating this several times, she finally couldn't help but speak up:

"Fellow Daoist, didn't you exchange for Qi-boosting pills to replenish your true energy from the hall?"

"Know that without my guidance, you might not have been able to delay until Tiantong finished!"

Yan Cheng shook his head, his steps quick, but his voice remained slow and steady:

"That stuff is something only early-stage cultivators need to eat."

"A mid-stage cultivator who has reached the second stage of cultivation can generate spiritual energy naturally with each breath. Why would they needlessly waste their baleful energy to exchange for some unusable pills?"

Wang Qing's face turned pale with anger:

"You're so arrogant now, but if I were in my prime, you wouldn't even have the right to say a word to me!"

Yan Cheng, however, was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said:

"Why should I bother talking to a Foundation Establishment cultivator? Can you even guide my cultivation?"

Wang Qing immediately fell silent.

If this guy in front of me is truly a superior person cultivating the Taiyin Dao, a direct descendant valued by the Demonic Sect.

Even when she was at the peak of her cultivation in her previous life, she would still have to be very polite to such a person.

It is certainly a daily hobby that every rogue cultivator in the Northern Territory enjoys to curse the Taiyin Demon Sect behind its back.

If you can get close enough to attack a direct descendant of the Demonic Sect, then you're just waiting to be ganged up on by dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

To be honest, although I had personally witnessed Yan Cheng fighting the Holy Maiden.

However, Wang Qing still couldn't be sure whether the other party was cultivating the [Taiyin] method.

This is not because her cultivation level is low, but because for cultivators in the Northern Territory, the two major lineages of Taiyin and Taiyang have become like legends, and have not been revealed to the public for nearly a thousand years.

Those who can cultivate Taiyin are highly valued talents even within the Demonic Sect. They are never allowed to wander around freely and are carefully protected by the sect.

They would not be sent down to the Longevity Palace at the southernmost tip of the northern foothills, to mingle among a group of hopeless corpse cultivators!

Others might not know, but hearing that the cultivators of the Longevity Palace always refer to themselves as disciples of the Immortal Sect, they would assume that these people are truly highly valued by the sect.

She, however, knew the inside story. Of the five courts and twelve halls of the Demon Sect, the Hall of Longevity was ranked last.

If we really have any value in the eyes of the sect, it's only in guarding that Whispering Bell!

Wang Qing stared at Yan Cheng, fearing that the latter would grab her neck again, but all her questions remained stuck in her throat.

"We're almost there..."

She withdrew her gaze, concentrated her mind, and began to recite a series of obscure and difficult-to-understand ancient incantations.

Yan Cheng listened to her words, and some of the pronunciations were quite similar to the language of the Northern Territory today, which seemed to be the elegant language of the ancient Zhou Dynasty.

How could a rogue cultivator from the northern foothills of the mountain possess such a profound knowledge base?

However, there was no time for him to hesitate. As soon as Wang Qing finished speaking, a steel door quietly appeared on the surface of the black wall deep in the corridor.

The steel door was originally engraved with restrictive runes, but a deep mark drawn from bottom to top has completely destroyed the runes, rendering it ineffective!