Mou Miaoqing sat cross-legged inside the room, letting out a chilling and eerie laugh.
No Demon Cultivator dared to reveal their aura, appearing utterly disheveled. Even within their respective Demon Sects, they held the rank of branch Elders.
The disparity between the Divine Separation Stage and the Nascent Soul Stage could only be described as the difference between the heavens and the muddy earth.
No matter how formidable a Nascent Soul Cultivator might be, they could not be compared to the Externalized Dharma Body of a Divine Separation cultivator, let alone while being in the No-Life Sect’s territory.
"Heh heh heh heh..."
Mou Miaoqing lifted her head, her eyes darting about under the eaves before locking onto a gecko hiding in the shadows. Li Mo’s scalp tingled.
Li Mo quickly rged his mind with the No-Life God Statue, ready to retreat from the True Void Hotown at any mont.
But suddenly, Mou Miaoqing shifted her gaze. Her jaw moved as though muttering sothing, and then her tongue began to swell uncontrollably.
Bang.
With a muffled sound, her head burst into a bloody pulp.
Monts later, the tongue in her mouth grew into a new head, looking completely normal once again as she continued muttering indecipherable words.
Li Mo examined the scattered fragnts of Mou Miaoqing’s flesh and blood, his face showing a feverish excitent.
In the blink of an eye, the scattered flesh and blood coagulated into elixir pills. Each pill was top-grade, but their specific dicinal properties remained a mystery.
"Since the elixirs are born from a Divine Separation cultivator, they could definitely enhance the End-of-the-World Dao Seed. The Gu Zhechang technique would benefit imnsely..."
Currently, the brewing formulas he was nurturing could only reach the Core Formation Stage at best.
If Li Mo could elevate the formula to the Nascent Soul Stage, it would not only aid in cultivation but also provide a better chance of combating the Uncertainty Period Death Disease.
At the sa ti, he realized that the Sky Well was never a gathering place for the Demon Sect.
Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators hiding in the Skywell Inn at the risk of their lives were clearly here for the opportunities linked to the Divine Separation Stage. Just the value of the elixirs alone was astounding.
"But there are far too many Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators. It would be difficult to intervene alone."
Li Mo sched for ways to obtain resources while also noticing the many gazes sweeping across him. The Demon Cultivators clearly feared him far more than usual.
When he had revealed his cultivation level using the Ancient Sacred Body, it exposed him as being in the initial stage of the Corpse Infant Stage.
Yet the Demon Cultivators all seed to fixate on one detail: Li Mo’s primary cultivation technique was derived from the No-Life Sect.
They all shared a common belief—the No-Life Demon Cultivators were incapable of entering the Skywell Inn.
While the reasons behind this were unclear, even if a No-Life Demon Cultivator learned information about the Skywell Inn, the mory would be wiped away instantly.
The culprits behind it all were the Twelve Immortals that stood behind the No-Life Sect.
Thus, seeing Li Mo here filled them with shock, and even the Dan Fairy displayed an attitude unlike her usual self.
If they could discern Li Mo’s true nature in one glance, there would be no reason to feel so uneasy.
But the Five Dao Body complented itself in such a way that it was impossible to distinguish Li Mo’s true or false cultivation within the sa realm, leading so to suspect his actual strength exceeded the Corpse Infant Stage.
"Damn it, what on earth is he?"
The Demon Cultivators felt as if sothing was lodged in their throats. The gecko perched under the eaves seed like a savage beast from the wilderness, emanating an inexplicably unfathomable aura.
"Let’s hope he just stumbled into the Skywell Inn by accident and has nothing to do with the Twelve Immortals."
The Demon Cultivators needed to linger in this space for a century before returning to the living world. If they encountered the dangers of a Divine Separation cultivator, it would almost certainly an a fate of certain death.
"No-Life... No-Life Mother, True Void Hotown."
Mou Miaoqing mumbled incoherently, her amber-blood body swelling uncontrollably while stuffing all kinds of spiritual materials into her mouth.
Monts later.
A grating sound that set one’s teeth on edge echoed.
Within her semi-transparent flesh, her bones underwent a monuntal transformation, morphing into the embryonic form of a divine statue.
Li Mo raised an eyebrow.
If he wasn’t mistaken, the divine statue within Mou Miaoqing’s body bore at least a sixty to seventy percent resemblance to his temple priest prototype.
It seed that the commotion in the mortal world surrounding the Supre Qing Tian Immortal God was a direct result of Mou Miaoqing’s actions.
Li Mo didn’t believe it was because Mou Miaoqing had high hopes for him. After all, the Twelve Immortals had long fallen into madness, their thought processes utterly distinct from normal individuals.
As the divine statue gradually took shape, the blood seeping from Mou Miaoqing’s body flowed across the floorboards, mingling with jade-like spiritual power that nearly crystallized.
Weeds and moss in the cracks of the floorboards rapidly sprouted and transford into spiritual materials within re breaths.
A fragrant dicinal aroma filled the room. Each plant was a spiritual material of several hundred years’ quality—a rare resource for alchemy.
Li Mo wasn’t particularly interested in spiritual materials, not even those nurtured by a Divine Separation cultivator.
With the enhancent of Paoxiao Swallowing Body, his absorption rate of dicinal properties reached 99%. Quantity was more than sufficient, and Corpse Wine happened to be a high-yield alchemical branch.
After the statue was fully ford, Mou Miaoqing’s flesh began transforming into terracotta, and in just a few minutes, her entire body turned into an earthen vat.
The Daoist temple within returned to its stillness. Yet, none of the Demon Cultivators moved.
Clack, clack, clack...
Unearthly sounds erged from within the earthen vat. Two glowing white statue arms extended from its mouth, slowly dragging the vat towards the underside of a bed.
Once the vat was entirely under the bed, the lurking Demon Cultivators finally sprang into action.
Li Mo didn’t understand the significance of Mou Miaoqing’s actions but had a distinct feeling that the vat was nurturing sothing connected to himself.
To be more precise, sothing connected to the Supre Qing Tian.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak."
A Rat Cultivator seized the mont to act, erging from a hole in the wall, his body rapidly growing to four or five ters in size, spreading suffocating, intense poison around him.
His eyes burned red as he used his body to shield the poisoned area he claid as his own.
Yet what surprised the Rat Cultivator was that even with resources more abundant than ever, the other Demon Cultivators’ expressions carried an inexplicable peculiarity.
Li Mo disengaged from the Tattoo Beastified gecko form.
The Blood Soul swept the rooftop, taking away four elixir pills.
The remaining Demon Cultivators gradually revealed themselves. Yet all they did was guard the resources around them, casting complex gazes towards Li Mo.
Beneath the beast hide bedding, blood vessels began to grow into flesh, forming a minotaur-like Demon Cultivator.
The cover of a book displayed a human face; a censer sprouted flesh, morphing into the head of a middle-aged woman; and the ditation cushion was revealed to be made of countless blood vessels that ford the outline of a human shape...
Compared to resources, the Demon Cultivators naturally valued their lives more. The Twelve Immortals’ reputation was terrifying enough to instill fear in them.
Not to ntion, lurking behind the Twelve Immortals was the enigmatic and unseen No-Life Mother.
Li Mo showed no intention of holding back, descending into the room to sweep up the myriad resources. The Demon Cultivators grew increasingly agitated, their calm ntal states beginning to falter.
Countless fleeting thoughts of greed and fear filled their minds.
Unable to control their ntal states, their expressions grew restless. Among themselves, there seed to be furtive exchanges of signals and negotiations of interests.
Li Mo couldn’t care less. Since the Sky Well wasn’t a Demon Sect gathering hub, he decided to snatch resources and leave swiftly, retreating to seclusion to wear down the outer layer of his Golden Core.
"Real or not, a test will reveal the truth."
Xin Chuan Demon sneered coldly. As a Human Demon Sect cultivator, his spells were extrely subtle. With a re flip of a book page, the spell was completed.
"If he truly has no connection to the Twelve Immortals, his corpse will belong to ."
Xin Chuan Demon suppressed his greed, convinced that Li Mo was at least so kind of Three Path Body, and an innate Superior Dao Body at that.
He glanced at the Rat Cultivator, whose eyes lit up and whose actions beca increasingly eager.
"You’re all too cautious—how can you seize the initiative like this?"
The Rat Cultivator, nad Wang Jinyong, was only in the Corpse Infant Stage. Among Demon Cultivators, he wasn’t especially outstanding but was an exceptionally troubleso Poison Cultivator.
Wang Jinyong’s breathing grew heavy, his rodent-like features contracting as his head hunched nervously. "First ti seeing you at Skywell Inn—where are you from, boy?"
As the only loose cultivator present, Wang Jinyong lacked much knowledge about the No-Life Sect. Influenced by Xin Chuan Demon, he found it laughable that a group of Demon Cultivators had been intimidated by Li Mo.
"? Just a re loose cultivator."
Li Mo temporarily stored the elixirs inside the Corpse Mountain Mini World, planning to analyze them later. With luck, he could extract a large number of Spirit Stones from them.
Wang Jinyong’s eyes turned even redder. "A Corpse Infant dares tread into Skywell Inn? Hand over half the elixirs, and I’ll spare your life."
He lunged towards Li Mo, summoning his Nascent Soul with the tip of his tongue.
The Nascent Soul resembled a possum, with rows of mammary-like Rushan structures along its abdon. Under Spell influence, it birthed poisonous rat beasts laced with plagues.
"A Poison Cultivator? Interesting."
Li Mo could tell Wang Jinyong was rely a bait for the group of Demon Cultivators. Still, he found the Poison Cultivator system intriguing and decided to engage nimbly.
On one end, he maintained his connection to the No-Life God Statue, ready to exit the True Void Hotown imdiately. On the other, he eagerly sought weaknesses in Wang Jinyong’s techniques.
The more intact the corpse, the more rewards could be harvested.
The two exchanged blows as the surrounding Demon Cultivators observed in silence.
Wang Jinyong’s Nascent Soul summoned poison rats, each the size of a calf, with coral-like mutations growing on their backs.
The toxic mist spread, causing the poison rats’ bodies to swell larger and larger.
Li Mo, driving just the Blood Soul, dodged and maneuvered effortlessly through the poisonous fog, showing no concern for the toxins’ corrosive effects, even as his skin turned bruised and purple.
Paoxiao Swallowing Body allowed him to neutralize Poison Cultivators. While appearing disheveled, the toxins were actually absorbed by his Nourishing Yuan Fruit, converting them into Innate Essence.
The lingering spiritual materials growing from the ground now showed signs of withering.
The Demon Cultivators remained silent, but their intents leaned evermore towards targeting Li Mo.
Li Mo had yet to summon his Nascent Soul. Despite wielding the Blood Soul with skill, his actions underscored his low Corpse Infant Stage.
How could soone at the Corpse Infant Stage possibly be linked to the Twelve Immortals?
Xin Chuan Demon flipped to the final page of his book. A two-dinsional seven-colored Nascent Soul erged, drawn irresistibly towards Li Mo’s innate talents.
"If I kill him, I might just have a chance to ascend to the Nascent Soul Stage."
As the seven-colored Nascent Soul shifted with intent, Li Mo detected the changes in Xin Chuan Demon’s ntal state, indirectly causing Wang Jinyong to expose a flaw.
Li Mo acted without hesitation.
Snap.
A single snap of his fingers.
Primordial Chaos Uncorrupted erupted, transforming the room into a tallic world.
The swarm of rats was impaled by tal spikes. Wang Jinyong’s limbs underwent tallic transformation, yet what terrified him most was the sudden loss of sight on Li Mo.
"No, wait, I didn’t an to go against you..."
Li Mo appeared beside Wang Jinyong, his mutated hand resting on his head.
"Soul Decline."
The Soul-devouring Demon Infant erged from a fissure in the palm, mimicking Li Mo’s voice like a parrot before opening its tooth-filled maw.
Wang Jinyong’s expression turned blank, his consciousness plumting into a boundless abyss. The Five Decaying Souls’ effect was ordinary but synergized perfectly with the Soul-devouring Demon Infant.
When he regained awareness, half of his body had already been consud by the Demon Infant.
Xin Chuan Demon, noticing the anomaly of the Soul-devouring Demon Infant, questioned in disbelief: "Who are you? You can’t possibly be from the No-Life Sect!"
The other Demon Cultivators froze in their tracks.
"Guess."
Li Mo smiled as he activated the No-Life God Statue.
At that mont.
A shadow engulfed the Skywell Inn.
The true form of Mou Miaoqing descended—a grotesque body stretching thousands of miles.
"Thirteenth Junior Brother, it’s , Sixth Senior Sister..."
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