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Hong Niangzi nodded.
It was within reason, as expected. Fang Zhenren was never a great philanthropist; she preferred this straightforward indifference to suffering over those who spoke sweetly while harboring ulterior motives.
"Rest assured!" Hong Niangzi smiled lightly and said, "If danger arises, I will not resort to using Fulu, even if it costs me my life!"
Zuo Ci nodded in agreement.
With that, he strode boldly into the mist.
Miasma? Was the Wan Hun Fan merely for show? The deep purple Wan Hun Fan hovered overhead, continuously devouring the dense white miasma surrounding it. These items were the finest enchanted materials.
He had once taken on a commission from a Lich; these beings were different from Corpse Drivers. The Corpse Drivers were conservative, while these creatures were purely radical. They stole corpses to concoct various toxic undead, such as poison corpses and pestilent corpses, using Gu Chong as their material.
When faced with danger, they would detonate these Shi Sha without hesitation, which would even surprise Zuo Ci. Killing a Lich with Fa Jing was often more troublesome than defeating a Dao Realm expert.
This creature was like a mobile arsenal of living weapons; one could never know when it might unleash its bizarre creations. After killing one, he had searched its soul and discovered some intriguing methods of corpse refining. Following the principle of taking what one could eat and use, Zuo Ci certainly wouldn’t let these gifts from nature go to waste.
The Wan Hun Fan acted like a high-powered vacuum cleaner, frantically sucking in the miasma and storing it in the Long Pool, continuously refining it into those ghostly forms. Zuo Ci did not discuss Dao Xing.
His Flesh was comparable to that of Fei Jiang. Having undergone the baptism and tempering of Coffin Fungus, Hong Mao Jiang, and the Dragon Balls—top-tier Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures—even a genuine Fei Jiang like Xu Hongfa would not dare to compete with him in terms of Flesh. The resources he possessed were truly remarkable!
Before long, the miasma began to thin, revealing rows of twisted Tree Crowns resembling bizarre old trees with human-like faces. Their roots were as thick as coiling dragons, even sprouting veins.
All things possess spirit, and all can be refined. The essence of plants and trees is the most difficult to cultivate. However, once refined, they achieve immortality. Ailao Mountain has existed for ages, even tracing back to ancient times. Each of these old trees, brimming with essence, had already accumulated a thousand years of Dao Xing.
Mine, mine, all mine! To construct a formation, one must first establish a foundation based on mutual generation. It’s like building a house; one must first drive in the stakes. Otherwise, it would be like a pile of loose sand that collapses at the slightest touch.
Heaven and earth are divided into Yin and Yang; so too is the act of cultivation. Yang Xing and Yin Xing must form a complete Wan Hun Formation. The formation eye must be constructed using the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures of Yin Xing.
These old trees that have cultivated within the miasma of Ailao Mountain for years are materials with strong Yin Mu properties. The collection progress for Yin Xing was underway.
Zuo Ci clasped his hands together in a seal and shouted: "Rise!"
With a whoosh, two rows of twisted-rooted old trees shot up from the ground, drawn into the Wan Hun Fan to fill the foundation of the formation.
This is no ordinary forbidden ground; it is a treasure trove!
Zuo Ci's exclusive private vault. Each item within is a personal collection of his.
After contentedly gathering the old trees, Zuo Ci continued on his way.
Before long, he stumbled upon a massive lake. Its surface shimmered like red crystal, and the bones of unknown ferocious beasts floated ominously above. They resembled both sheep and humans, an eerie sight that defied explanation.
He caught a familiar scent, a foul stench. This was Ao Yin's presence.
Zuo Ci's expression shifted slightly as he tightly gripped his Nine-section Staff, continuously pushing aside the branches in his path. The Apricot Yellow Magic began to radiate around him.
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