Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

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The area around the depression was deathly silent; not even the usual bird calls or insect chirps could be heard.

Chen Mo maneuvered the kite to fly further away, only stopping when it approached the limits of the Shadow Puppet's maneuverability.

At this moment, the black pool in his eyes had shrunk to the size of a bowl.

This distance should be safe enough.

"go."

With a slight thought, his shadow on the ground split into a palm-sized humanoid black shadow, which sped toward the direction of the Evil Dragon Pool.

As they approached the edge of the pool, Chen Mo's senses extended there as well.

The closer you get to that black pool, the lower the temperature becomes.

The moment it touched the water, a bone-chilling cold was clearly transmitted to its main body through the divine sense attached to the shadow puppet.

This situation is very strange.

The divine sense has long transcended the realm of physical perception, so it should not be able to feel hot or cold.

But Chen Mo just felt cold.

There's something wrong with the water.

After observing for more than ten minutes, he came to a surprising conclusion.

The entire river was tainted by malevolent energy.

It takes decades or even centuries for natural yin energy to reach this concentration, and it will spread outwards, forming large areas of yin land.

Although this depression was desolate, almost all the malevolent energy was locked inside the pool.

Chen Mo was both surprised and delighted.

With such a high concentration of Yin energy, the strength of the ghostly dragon at the bottom of the pool is probably far beyond his expectations.

He is currently stuck at the threshold of the Condensing Evil Realm.

Superior yin-sha sites are rare and hard to come by. Ordinary feng shui sites vary in quality, and forcing the formation of yin-sha sites will only harm the foundation.

The Yin energy in the pool before us was pure and intense, truly a blessed land for gathering Yin energy.

If it can be used...

Chen Mo took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

This was not formed naturally; someone deliberately locked the evil energy in the pool to prevent it from leaking out.

This is a trap; the dragon's corpse at the bottom of the pool is part of the trap, as is the entire pool of malevolent energy.

Even the deathly stillness of this low-lying area is an outward manifestation of the situation.

"go."

He gritted his teeth, a thought crossed his mind, and the shadow puppet that had been by the pool quietly ventured into the water.

The moment he touched the water, the chill returned, and Chen Mo shivered.

The shadow puppet sank.

Ten feet in, a chill swept over them like a tide, and the shadow puppet's movements began to slow down.

At twenty feet, Chen Mo felt the wisp of divine consciousness attached to the shadow puppet begin to ache, and the erosion of the Yin Sha Qi was clearly getting worse.

His brows furrowed tightly, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

Thirty zhang (approximately 33 meters).

Forty feet.

At fifty feet, the outline of the shadow puppet began to fluctuate erratically, and its edges were corroded by the baleful energy, leaving fine cracks.

Chen Mo gritted his teeth, channeling a large amount of mental energy into that wisp of divine consciousness, desperately trying to maintain the form of the shadow puppet.

Sixty feet.

The shadow puppet's form had become mostly blurred, showing signs of beginning to disintegrate.

Seventy zhang (approximately 33 meters).

The bottom of the pool was finally faintly visible.

The perception of divine sense was rapidly diminishing, and the images began to blur.

But Chen Mo still saw it: a huge silhouette lying at the bottom of the pool.

The body is too big.

The Shadow Puppet's perception range was not enough to see the whole picture; it could only vaguely make out the winding torso, the thick limbs, and a broken horn hanging in the mud.

The horn was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, from which seeped a dark red substance, like blood.

It's unclear whether it's the corpse of a jiao (a type of dragon) or a dragon.

Chen Mo was dumbfounded.

I've read many records about jiao and dragons in ancient books, but words are just words.

When you actually witness it with your own eyes, the visual impact and the sense of superiority on a biological level are indescribable in words.

He had seen demons and evil spirits, but he had never seen anything so dead that could still make his legs twitch.

Perhaps only the projection of that spider god can compare to this corpse.

Chen Mo gritted his teeth and manipulated the shadow puppet to try to get closer, wanting to see more details.

In that very instant.

The dragon corpse seemed to move slightly.

Two streaks of oily green light appeared at the bottom of the pool.

The light shone from the direction of the dragon corpse's head, pierced through the thick, inky pool water, and landed on the shadow puppet.

The moment that gaze locked onto him, a chill exploded from the depths of his consciousness.

Chen Mo felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and the chilling aura surged upwards along his divine sense, directly attacking his physical body outside.

The shadow puppet shattered.

The kite went out of control.

"Hmm!"

Chen Mo groaned and fell backward.

The kite drifted down in the air, and his body followed closely behind, falling straight down from a height of nearly 100 meters and crashing heavily into a pile of dead branches.

Dry branches and debris flew everywhere, and a shallow, human-shaped crater was smashed into the cracked mud.

Chen Mo groaned and collapsed into the pile of dead branches, his vision blurring and his ears ringing.

A warm liquid welled up in his nose, and when he wiped it, his hand was covered in blood.

It wasn't from falling.

It was a lingering effect left after that wisp of divine consciousness shattered.

He lay on his back on the withered branch, panting heavily, and it took him a long time to recover.

Chen Mo struggled to his feet and crawled out of the pile of dead branches.

He wiped the blood off his face haphazardly with the back of his hand, staggered to a relatively flat spot, sat cross-legged, and placed his hands on his knees.

The shadow beneath their feet rippled slightly, and four dark figures silently split off from it, each occupying a corner within a few feet of the surrounding area.

After the shadow puppet emerged, his tense nerves relaxed slightly. He suppressed his discomfort and focused his mind on his sea of ​​consciousness.

The sea of ​​consciousness is a hazy, gray space.

There was no sky, no earth, only a chaotic gray mist slowly churning.

In the very center of the sea of ​​consciousness, a paper-figure-like Dharma image stood quietly.

The Dharma image, which had been nurtured by the Moonlight Mirror and had gradually solidified its outline, was now becoming illusory again, its physical form slowly fading away and degenerating into a semi-transparent paper shadow.

The most shocking thing was the crack in his chest.

The crack ran diagonally across the entire torso, extending from below the right shoulder to the left rib, with jagged edges.

At the crack, wisps of pitch-black malevolent energy were spreading.

That was a malevolent force that flowed upwards from the divine consciousness and invaded the sea of ​​consciousness.

Chen Mo's expression outside was extremely grim.

The threshold of the Condensing Fiend Realm is already treacherous, and now that the Dharma Form has been damaged to this extent, the Dharma Form must be repaired before any breakthrough can be considered.

If not repaired in time, this crack will likely continue to widen.

"What a ruthless thing."

He gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath, never expecting that the ghost dragon's strength to be so terrifying.

.....

After meditating for more than an hour, Chen Mo slowly opened his eyes and stood up, supporting himself on his knees.

It's too close to the Dragon Pool here; it's not safe. I can only consider healing when I get back.

He looked around and his gaze fell on the kite about ten feet away.

The kite was stuck crookedly in a pile of dead branches, with several large holes poked in its wings by the branches. It needed to be repaired before it could be used again.

Chen Mo lifted the kite from the dead branch