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

The sky was shrouded in clouds and mist, obscuring the moon.

So that's how the name "Biyue Palace" came about.

Yan Cheng believed that there must be a magical artifact that could generate fog here, or at least that magical artifact that could generate fog was stored here.

Otherwise, this unpredictable fog would never have been so thick.

Whispering Bell, it's Whispering Bell...

If the Whispering Bell on the roof of the Hall of Longevity was taken from the Heavenly Corpse Path, then where did the Heavenly Corpse Path obtain it from?

"Back then, the Heavenly Corpse Path was overseen by a Nascent Soul True Monarch."

"Retrieving a magical artifact from an ancient, long-abandoned ruin wouldn't be too difficult."

"But... their legacy doesn't include any part about the corpse-raising women practicing mist magic."

Is it because they haven't developed the necessary methods? Or do they feel it's unnecessary?

He subconsciously shifted his gaze to where Huang Tong had been, only to find that the latter was no longer there.

At this moment, the group of corpse cultivators began to discuss among themselves:

"Really...?"

"With this fog outside, how are we supposed to get in?"

"I'm afraid... Senior Sister Huang wants us to pave the way for her by making mistakes!"

If the words spoken are already so bold, one can only imagine how exaggerated the words conveyed between people's hearts can be.

Yan Cheng rarely felt that the conclusions these guys drew from the perspective of the lower cultivators were absolutely correct.

As a disciple of the Immortal Sect, when encountering things that cannot be understood...

Naturally, the first thing that comes to mind is whether they've been tricked by the higher-ups.

No matter how sincere and earnest the reviseers appear, it only proves one thing: they've already prepared to rip you off.

Otherwise, given the usual attitude of the high-ranking cultivators in the hall, would they really explain so much to the lower-ranking cultivators?

But now that they had arrived at this place, there was no way for them to turn back and leave.

Wanting to wait for Huang Tong to give orders, but seeing that the other party was nowhere to be found, they felt that they could neither advance nor retreat, so they could only stand there and wait.

Some of the corpse cultivators couldn't help but look at Chen Xiang, who had been handpicked by Huang Tong to lead this exploration.

Chen Xiang felt incredibly embarrassed at that moment.

If they just let everyone refrain from making any progress, Huang Tong will definitely hold a grudge against him later.

But if there's no way forward, how can you teach people to move forward? It will inevitably evolve into him personally leading the way!

His thoughts grew cold, but his expression remained calm as he pondered what platitudes he could come up with to get through this.

Just then, Yan Cheng moved forward, passing through the crowd and heading towards the Uncertain Fog Sea, a place fraught with unknowns and dangers.

No, are all the new corpse cultivators this brave these days?

Everyone watched in trepidation.

If we were to say that before, they were only afraid of Yan Cheng's ridiculously powerful cultivation and combat strength.

They were truly shocked by his courage, and dozens of eyes widened in surprise.

Yan Cheng, however, strolled leisurely, completely ignoring the strange looks from the crowd.

He was well aware of Zhu Xiu's worries; wasn't it just that he was afraid of not being able to find a way in the boundless fog?

Go and talk to the boundless mist contained within his lower dantian!

The attraction between similar elements in the mist was strong and powerful, even surpassing the penetrating power of the Hidden Immortal Mirror, helping Yan Cheng see the road ahead clearly.

As long as he follows this feeling, it won't be long before he can step into the Hidden Moon Palace, which has been hidden for hundreds of years!

Everyone who witnessed this scene was utterly shocked.

Just then, an inconspicuous figure darted out from the crowd.

When everyone looked closely, many recognized her as Pei Yi, who usually sought out people for dual cultivation.

With such a walking cauldron and a mere cultivation level of opening up three meridians, she wouldn't have been qualified to participate in this exploration if it weren't for Senior Brother Yang Hao's high regard for her.

However, at this moment, while the group of cultivators from the five and six meridians hesitated to move forward.

Only she made the most decisive decision, resolutely following in Yan Cheng's footsteps!

"Yes, both of them were at the morgue and survived, getting their share of the spoils."

'Compared to anyone else present, she definitely knows better than anyone else what hidden abilities Yan Cheng possesses!'

"If the rumors are true, Yan Cheng cultivates [Cold Qi], and Cold Qi is an auxiliary of Taiyin. Who knows if he has any strange perceptions here!"

The voices of the heart, whether open or hidden, rise and fall, and unease gradually expands in the silence, eventually being ignited by a firework called anxiety.

For a moment, many people had only one thought in their minds:

"Is it too late to catch up now?"

Suddenly, a clear, melodious sword cry rang out. Deng Jian drew his sword and soared into the clouds like a flying eagle, heading in the same direction as Yan Cheng!

Contrary to what everyone imagined, he truly did not know what secrets Yan Cheng was hiding, nor did he know whether following him would bring fortune or misfortune.

However, one thing he saw very clearly: compared to Yan Cheng, all these corpse cultivators present who only possessed cultivation and were arrogant about their killing power were utter trash!

If a cultivator can reach the mid-stage perfection level within half a year of entering the temple.

Therefore, it is a reasonable guess that his method can work on other people who are also corpse cultivators.

As a qualified disciple of the Immortal Sect, Deng Jian certainly wouldn't have a high opinion of Yan Cheng's character, nor could he be certain that Yan Cheng would share this method with others.

But sometimes the world is a game of who is worse. Compared to Huang Tong or Tian Tong, who are known to be unreliable, at least Yan Cheng has not shown any bottom line!

At first, it was just him alone.

The next moment, several figures that had been standing still moved. When they actually started to move, more than a dozen figures rushed into the sea of ​​mist in a crowd!

In the Northern Territory, where the law of the jungle prevails and only the fittest survives, following the strong is like the factory configuration for every cultivator.

No one would believe in Yan Cheng's character, but just as no one would dare to doubt his abilities!

Therefore, without the need for further pressure or calculation, all the cultivators, like blue carp entering a river, plunged into the mist.

In this thoroughly speculative operation, Chen Xiang, who should have been at the forefront, became one of the last cultivators to remain standing.

His figure remained as majestic as a jade mountain, and the golden bow on his back shone as brightly as ever.

However, at this moment, what shone in his dark eyes was no longer the light of the morning star, but a deep, dark gloom.

Lin Ting and Tan Qi remained by his side. The former was seriously injured, and although she still harbored resentment, she dared not leave his side for even a moment. The latter, as usual, pricked up her ears to listen for any suspicious sounds for her Daoist partner.

Seeing that Chen Xiang showed no intention of moving forward, both women became anxious.

They feared that if they were even a fraction of a second slower, the treasures in the Moon-Shielding Palace would be snatched away by others.

Lin Ting's lips moved slightly:

"Brother Xiang?"

Chen Xiang remained silent for a long time, then slowly nodded.

The words that came out seemed distant, as if they were not spoken to the two people beside him:

"I see."

"So, they followed him..."