Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation Chapter 59

The item was in hand. In exchange, Wang Yu had lost a divine corpse arm. He did not know if it was worth it, but since it was already done, there was no meaning in regret. He only hoped this jade slip was worth his loss.

A faint smile curled at the corner of his lips. Regardless of whether the corpse demon could understand, he said, “Want it back? Come to the Moon Condensation Palace to find me.”

With that, he instantly shot out of the Scripture Pavilion.

The Night Concealment was fully activated. Like a gecko on a wall, he climbed along the vermilion pillars and clung to the ceiling, his aura restrained to the utmost.

Below the staircase, eight or nine of Wang Yu’s phantoms were fleeing in all directions, drawing attention to the front.

The corpse demon roared in fury and charged out, smashing the main gate into pieces.

With a glance, it distinguished the real body from the false ones. But with so many of them scattering apart, by the time it looked left and then right, palace walls had already blocked its sight, and they vanished.

It stood there for a moment without even thinking to look upward, then rushed toward the top of the staircase in the direction of the Moon Condensation Palace. Corpse aura surged into the sky, like a true demon emerging into the world.

Seeing this, Wang Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He tiptoed down and landed lightly on the ground.

Wang Yu straightened his twisted left hand inch by inch. Though he still could not move it, it at least looked intact.

This crippled state would likely last for quite some time.

The corpse demon’s secret art could slowly repair it. Using the “Yin Blood Pill” formed through the secret method would speed up the healing, but it required maintaining a balance of deathly qi, preventing it from seeping into the bone marrow and shortening his lifespan.

By conservative estimate, it would take at least a year to fully recover.

Given his current state, the Moon Condensation Palace was out of the question. Let those three deal with the corpse demon. The underground palace lay right beneath this Blackbone Mountain.

The five-year stationing period had only just begun, so there was no rush to explore everything.

Moreover, if a Foundation Establishment corpse demon could be found in the Scripture Pavilion, who knew what dangers lurked in the Moon Condensation Palace. That place was clearly of greater importance, and a Qi Refining cultivator should not engage in unnecessary battles.

A wise retreat in the face of danger was not a bad decision.

He retreated swiftly along his path.

Many disciples of the Gu Poison Peak were gathered in small groups. Seeing the blood-soaked wound on Wang Yu’s chest, some mocked, while others ignored him. None tried to stop him.

Only after watching him disappear into the cave leading back to the underground palace did they start talking loudly.

After a while.

Near the pit exit leading out of the underground, three cultivators stationed to guard the rear were wiping their magic tools. Beside them lay several dead ferocious Bone Lions, evidence of a fierce battle.

Seeing Wang Yu approach, all three froze. One quickly stepped forward to block him. “Stop. Wang Yu, you suddenly return. Did something happen ahead?”

“Not so.”

Wang Yu halted and patiently explained.

“At the end of the tunnel lies the underground palace ruins of an ancient sect. Everyone is exploring in search of opportunities and treasures.

“I was injured by accident and am no longer in condition to compete, so I returned to inform you three. If you wish for opportunities, go to the underground palace quickly.”

With that, he intended to mount his flying magic tool and leave.

The three exchanged glances, greed flashing in their eyes. The leader barked, “I think you obtained some great treasure and are fleeing with injuries. Hand it over and I may spare your life.”

“Courting death.”

Wang Yu coldly flicked his sleeve and rode the black silk into the air, departing.

Below, three heads were pierced together by an ice spike, neatly hung on the rock wall. Their tattered corpses were mashed together, without any value left for reuse.

Even without the Divine Power Corpse Arm, his mastery of spells was far above this group of ordinary late-stage Qi Refining disciples, killing them was like crushing ants.

Five breaths later.

At the top of the pit, Wang Yu’s expression was cold. Spiritual power gathered at his throat and was spat downward, instantly producing a large area of low-temperature cold mist.

Ice crystals formed along the rock walls, densely packed ice spikes growing diagonally outward. Holding a high-grade magic weapon, the Ice Pattern Sword, he once again activated it into a giant sword form, completely destroying this pit.

When they came down, Liu Jinxian had eighteen generals. Wang Yu first killed four, then killed another three and three, taking the lives of ten in one breath. This had completely torn away any pretenses, and once they got out, they would definitely cause trouble for him.

It would be better to be decisive and completely seal off the way back.

Perhaps there were other passages to come up, but in a short time they would definitely not make it out. Moreover, the passage leading to the underground palace for some reason had no encounter with the Venomous Bee Swarm or the Dire Bone Lions.

This was not normal.

After finishing, Wang Yu left this small hill and returned to Blackbone Mountain.

At the same time.

At the bottom of the third Blackbone Mountain, after Gu Zhengshun and Situ Hong regrouped with their men, they jumped down from that deep fissure. There were a total of twelve people, all in the late stage of Qi Refining.

According to them, the underground magnetic field was in chaos, making it difficult to discern direction, so the best approach was to follow a single route straight ahead to avoid getting lost due to the environment.

However, after they landed, they were not in the underground palace ruins but in a lower underground cavity at the same location.

Here, burial mounds covered the ground, and occasionally there were more luxuriously constructed tombs. The space was more than four zhang in height, and there was a massive foul-smelling beehive occupying nearly a hundred mu.

The buzzing sound was constant, and the stench filled their noses and mouths.

Looking further out, they could see an intricate network of underground passages, and many Dire Bone Lions roamed the area. They actively dug into the burial mounds to retrieve cultivators’ skeletons.

Some they chewed and swallowed, others they directly attached to their own bodies.

At a glance, they appeared to have strange features like human bone arms, thighs, or skulls. This was the reason why the bee swarm and bone beasts of Blackbone Mountain could never be completely eradicated.

The underground was the true nest of both sides.

As for the bone beasts, their numbers and strength were uncertain. On the bee swarm’s side, their scale almost certainly meant the presence of a Foundation Establishment level Queen Bee.

Seeing this, Situ Hong could not help but joke.

“I think we took the wrong path. It would be more fitting for that woman Liu Jinxian to come here.”

Gu Zhengshun glanced at him sideways and said self-mockingly.

“Liu Jinxian is truly a favored daughter of the heavens. She has a father in the Core Formation stage. You and I are just distant relatives, but she is of direct blood.”

“I know what you mean.”

Situ Hong spread his hands and sighed. He knew his own situation well. The Peach Blossom Ghost Mother cultivated the Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation method and came from a major clan of the Joyous Union Sect. Later, she married into the Blood Reversal Sect to a Core Formation cultivator.

After marrying, whether it was cultivation or practicing her unique Peach Blossom Divine Ability, she required a large number of handsome men. It was far less convenient than in the Joyous Union Sect, so her husband simply turned a blind eye to her taking “adopted sons.”

Even if she was favored for now, there would eventually come a day when he would be discarded.

Compared to Liu Jinxian’s status as a legitimate descendant, they were on completely different levels.

“Enough talk. Let’s set up the formation.”

“Alright.”

Gu Zhengshun patted the corpse-refining pouch at his waist, and coffins stood upright one after another. Their lids fell away, revealing twelve Copper Armored Corpses with talismans labeled ‘Corpse Suppression Talisman’ stuck to their foreheads, each holding a black command flag as they quickly spread out.

With a Qi Refining seventh-layer cultivation base, controlling twelve Copper Armored Corpses was far beyond his limit, so he had to use talismans and magic tools for assistance, greatly reducing their mobility.

But for setting up a formation, it was perfectly suited.

The formation they arranged was precisely the Earth Yin Corpse Puppet Formation.