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In ancient times, there was a sect known as the Yin Corpse Sect. They cultivated the Path of the Corpse to its utmost limit, and eventually, someone within the Yin Corpse Sect managed to transform themselves into an Immortal Corpse. Upon its emergence, it wreaked havoc everywhere, establishing a notorious reputation during that ancient period.
Describing that era as one filled with corpses is not an exaggeration. Ultimately, the act of refining corpses led to a great war in ancient times.
During the battles against the Yin Corpse Sect, countless immortals fell, but it was ultimately the rampant killing by the Yin Corpse Sect that drew forth a reclusive Pure Yang Sword Immortal, leading to the decline of the Yin Corpse Sect.
This Pure Yang Sword Immortal single-handedly wielded his sword and slaughtered his way to the location of the Yin Corpse Sect, leaving no survivors in his wake. Even the most powerful Yin Corpses crumbled like tofu under his pure yang sword, disintegrating with a single strike. In desperation, the Immortal Corpse set up a Corpse Formation at the sect's entrance.
Gathering the last remnants of power from the sect: one hundred and eight corpses, three hundred and sixty Earth Corpses, seven hundred and twenty Silver Corpses, and nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine Yin Corpses, they engaged in a decisive battle against the Pure Yang Sword Immortal.
This battle was unavoidable; if they did not resolve this conflict, they would spend eternity fleeing from their pursuer.
The fight was chaotic and brutal, leaving the entire Yin Corpse Sect unrecognizable. Describing the battlefield as one where earth was exchanged for a new face is quite fitting.
The Pure Yang Sword Immortal forcefully broke through the accumulated corpse formation, severely injuring the Immortal Corpse while reducing all below it to ashes. However, he too suffered grave injuries. Subsequently, both he and a corpse vanished from sight without a trace.
This battle became widely known; the Pure Yang Sword Immortal had some connection to Zuo Dao during his Transcend Tribulation phase, which allowed Zuo Dao to learn about him.
Looking at the corpse before him, Zuo Dao's eyes burned with intensity. Although this corpse was not perfect, he believed that with the presence of this exceptional Yin Vein, it would not take long for him to completely perfect it.
Now he was snatching food from the tiger's mouth; after undergoing Celestial Pool Baptism, he gained a profound understanding of this Great Celestial Domain. This place was certainly not an endpoint; a shattered world could never become a realm.
Some thoughts could only remain in his heart and could not be voiced aloud.
Last time he had not closely examined this Yin Corpse; now that he observed it carefully, he realized that even in life, this person belonged to a category heavy with Eerie Energy.
To be cultivated into a corpse required extremely selective criteria. The Flowing Moon City Lord—Feng Lan—despite being male, was born during an auspicious yin year, month, and hour. In ancient times, it would have been unthinkable for someone like him not to be refined into a Yin Corpse or not to practice within the Yin Corpse Sect!
At this moment, Feng Lan's body was surrounded by vast amounts of Eerie Energy, forming swirling "yin blades" around him.
Nine powerful Yin Corpses floated within the Yin Vein, serving as the last line of defense for the Formation Master.
As a fellow Formation Master, the mysterious individual had set up a formation that could only cause some trouble for Zuo Dao, but nothing more. Otherwise, he wouldn't have reached the corpse-rearing area so smoothly.
Sensing someone approaching, eighteen cold gazes turned toward him, fixating on Zuo Dao.
The Nine Sons Soul Refining Formation.
What kind of deep-seated grudge did this mysterious person have with the Flowing Moon City Lord? Even in death, they would not let go of body or soul.
Although it was called soul refining, Zuo Dao understood that treating it merely as an auxiliary formation would be a grave mistake. The greatest secret of the Nine Sons Soul Refining Formation was its ability to refine the souls of those who intruded into the formation, turning them into supplements for the Yin Corpses.
As long as one did not step into their alert range, these guardians of the Yin Corpses would remain motionless. Although Zuo Dao had been discovered, the nine Yin Corpses merely stared coldly at him without making a move.
In their minds, only those who entered the formation's range were considered enemies—if they still had independent thoughts at all.
Aside from one corpse, there were nine Yin Corpses nearing Earth Corpse status. This was undoubtedly a significant harvest, provided he could seize them all before his opponent reacted.
Though he was already an Immortal King, he was not arrogant enough to believe he could contend with an unknown powerful entity. In ancient times, only those who inherited the Path of the Corpse were truly ruthless; otherwise, they wouldn't spare even themselves in their quest to refine into Yin Corpses.
Despite some concerns, this would not serve as an excuse to stop Zuo Dao. He would act decisively.
One by one, formations appeared in his hands and merged into the void in a profound manner.
Though Spiritual Veins lay deep underground, there was still ample space within them. Fortunately, the mysterious individual had not expanded the formation to its maximum range, leaving Zuo Dao with plenty of room to maneuver.
Essential tools for deception and chaos—Deception Formation and Locking Formation—formed instantly.
If he reached the realm of the Pure Yang Sword Immortal, he certainly wouldn't need to go through all this trouble. After all, he was merely an Immortal King, and in reality, just a mediocre immortal. There were many things that were better done discreetly.
A subtle wave passed by, and Zuo Dao noticed the reaction of the corpse. Once he confirmed that it had not been disturbed, he finally felt at ease.
What remained was merely some fine-tuning, but for safety's sake, Zuo Dao set up a mirror formation that completely simulated the real situation.
After completing all this, Zuo Dao leisurely gazed at the ten Yin Corpses not far ahead.
There were many methods for collecting corpses. He didn't know why so much information existed in his mind, but he truly knew various ways to handle corpses. As long as it was part of the Yin Corpse Sect's legacy, he basically knew it all.
Except for the outer Nine Silver Corpses, which had been endowed with a hint of instinct, the central corpse was like a blank sheet of paper. However, this corpse was on the verge of reaching the Great Completion Realm. Although it was not in a perfect state, it was still beyond what an ordinary Immortal Emperor could handle.
What the other party should do was wait until the corpse reached full maturity before reclaiming it and refining it with their own body to unleash its strongest power. It seemed that the mysterious figure also understood that their method of refining the Yin Corpse was incomplete.
But that no longer concerned Zuo Dao. After setting up the Great Formation, he began to act. Spiritually infused animal skins appeared before him. With a wave of his right hand, a brush emanating strands of colorful immortal energy appeared in his grasp.
The best way to deal with these Yin Corpses was through Binding Talismans. If you watched some zombie films in your past life, that Long-Haired Daoist would surely have one ready!
However, something seemed to be missing! Zuo Dao lowered his head in thought and finally realized what the problem was.
The talisman ink.
This time, his exploration of the city lord's mansion was merely to eliminate this threat; he hadn't expected to encounter such a rare corpse. He intended to gift this corpse to Tang Fengyue.
If he could incorporate Tang Fengyue's blood essence into the talisman ink now, it would yield twice the result with half the effort.
But going out again or calling Tang Fengyue in now seemed a bit impractical.
The intense Eerie Energy continuously eroded Zuo Dao's body, with every strand of this energy that invaded him being transformed into formless Vitality stored within. This formless Vitality was excellent for crafting talismans, Alchemy, and Artifacts.
Nine talismans quickly took shape under his pen. For Zuo Dao, even though it was his first time writing a Binding Talisman, it felt as effortless as Flowing Like Clouds and Water, as if he had been immersed in this craft for hundreds or thousands of years.
Soon, the nine Binding Talismans appeared before him. After being completed, all the spiritual essence and celestial energy seemed to dissipate, leaving behind ordinary talisman papers suspended in the air. All that remained was the last and most troublesome Puppet Talisman.
In the absence of Tang Fengyue's blood essence, he had no choice but to use his own blood as a catalyst. Although this would be somewhat troublesome, it reduced the backlash from the corpse against Tang Fengyue. After all, the corpse's power far exceeded that of Tang Fengyue.
A drop of blood containing boundless power was forced out from his fingertip. Although using heart's blood would yield better results, due to the connection of their Minds, it would also be tainted by a trace of corpse energy, which he wanted to avoid.
The Puppet Talisman could only be crafted by elders within the Yin Corpse Sect; typically, it served as a reward for outstanding disciples or those who had made significant contributions.
Even with Zuo Dao's exceptional abilities, he was drenched in sweat after completing the Puppet Talisman. Using his blood to create a talisman while also merging a trace of Mind into it was a considerable loss for any Cultivator.
No matter how strong Zuo Dao was, crafting this Puppet Talisman consumed a significant amount of his Mind.
After taking a moment to adjust himself, Zuo Dao began to survey the entire Yin Earth Evil Rotation Formation. He could sense a strange aura emanating from it. It was likely left behind by the person who set up the Formation; if someone were to intrude recklessly, they would immediately be detected.
As a fellow Formation Master and Array Master, sneaking into the Great Formation without alerting the opponent was extremely challenging. The fact that the other party could attach their Mind to the Great Formation indicated their level of attention towards it.
Zuo Dao was uncertain whether the opponent had any backup plans. If he carelessly drew their attention, it would spell disaster for Liu Yue City.
Chang He and Zhao Wang stood high above at the city lord's mansion, observing below. The Yin Corpses within the mansion had been completely eradicated by them; every inch of the premises had been thoroughly searched to ensure no Yin Creatures remained.
"Old Zhao, what is your kid doing?" Chang He smacked his lips.
"Probably looking for that corpse!" Zhao Wang replied uncertainly.
"You don't find the appearance of these Yin Creatures a bit strange?" Chang He, who had inherited the teachings of the Master, knew a little about ancient matters.
"The Yin Corpse Sect," Zhao Wang said with a bitter smile. "I didn't expect such a thing to exist in our domain."
"Oh, you know about the Yin Corpse Sect too?" Chang He was surprised. He had learned about it from the Master of the Tongue, and now he found that Zhao Wang was also aware of it, indicating that Zhao Wang's background was not ordinary.
"Actually, our Zhao Clan is a descendant of the ancient Wealth God tribe," Zhao Wang said somewhat dejectedly.
"What!" Chang He exclaimed in shock. He had only thought that Zhao Wang had experienced some kind of fortune, but it turned out he was a descendant of an ancient clan. This was definitely a shocking revelation.
He had inherited knowledge, while Zhao Wang was a descendant; although they felt different, some key aspects were entirely distinct.
"All of that is in the past. The ancient clan has already declined, especially in today's Great Celestial Domain," Zhao Wang said hesitantly.
"Zhao Wang, be cautious with your words," Chang He quickly warned, fearing that Zhao Wang might say something terrible.
"I know," Zhao Wang waved his hand dismissively. "Let's just wait for that person to come out; he is quite mysterious!"
Chang He nodded in agreement.
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