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"What the hell?"
Li Mo sensed sothing amiss, and the things in his vision grew clearer.
The affected eyesight was slowly recovering, and the range of vision was expanding step by step.
Li Mo glanced around and discovered that the two remaining Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators shared his condition, their faces showing indescribable expressions.
Their swollen bodies brimd with mutation, their gazes fixed narrowly upward.
It was as if sothing existed above them.
Li Mo imdiately activated his cancer cells and confird with Han Cai that the darkness within Blessed Land Cave Heaven had not diminished in the slightest.
"Mutation? Sothing making more adapted to the environnt within Blessed Land Cave Heaven?"
Li Mo examined his own flesh; the grotesque mutation brought about by the stench was now more pronounced than before, though it remained just skin-deep.
"Damn it."
Da Ai Mi Tian pushed to its peak, and the cancer cells actively suppressed the mutation.
Just as Li Mo expected.
As the mutation gradually faded, his eyesight returned to pitch-black blindness, and the piercing unease that clung to him also dissipated.
Nearby, the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators had nearly reached the point of uncontrolled mutation.
"Praise the Mother..."
A ghostly and desperate murmur escaped as one of the cultivators’ expressions collapsed, their whole body trembling as they covered their face.
Their mutations intensified madly.
Patches of skin sloughed off, revealing flesh fibers sprouting eyeballs, each grotesque pupil staring at the sa point while their mutterings grew louder.
Initially, it seed the collapse of their faith had begun, but soon their minds were entirely consud by the stench inside Blessed Land Cave Heaven, driving them completely insane.
"Mother, O Mother! Ah!!!"
The horrifying mont unfolded as they ruthlessly gouged their own eyeballs out.
Their vitality ceased in less than an instant, indicating the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators had chosen to end their own lives willingly, leaving behind corpses with expressions of apparent relief.
Li Mo shivered.
"This so-called Blessed Land Cave Heaven—once you’re tied up with No-Life Mother, there’s no decent end."
"Forget about the special page. After returning to Poison Clothes Qinghong Workshop, I must escape imdiately, even if just to craft a temporary storage magical tool for civilians."
The gathering point of Blood Sword Intent cultivators was already in ruins.
Perhaps it was Master Luo Hua’s doing, using his disciples as bait to draw out Poison Beasts, which left virtually no corpses remaining at the scene.
Li Mo took the bodies of the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators, preparing to leave and avoid the leech poison beast.
But he froze in place.
"Heeheehee..."
A chilling laugh echoed behind him, making his entire body stiffen.
The laughter descended from mid-air onto the leech poison beast’s back, alarming the beast into writhing restlessly, its skin secreting large quantities of viscous fluid.
Li Mo instinctively glanced sideways with residual clarity from his mutated vision, and noticed a figure suspended mid-air.
The figure was a strikingly graceful woman, with eight arms prominently showing spider-like traits, her face unmistakably Luo Fu Fairy.
"S-Senior Sister..."
Li Mo managed an awkward smile.
Although he couldn’t recognize which of the Twelve Senior Sisters she was, her current form was unmistakably derived from the magical treasure he once crafted.
[Mountain Spider]
Li Mo had forged twelve Mountain Spiders for Si Rui Workshop.
After taking the treasures, Si Rui Workshop had never reappeared, likely indicating that the Twelve Immortals had departed True Void Hotown long ago.
"Heeheehee..."
The woman kept repeating the laugh, sending chills down Li Mo’s spine.
Li Mo suspected the Mountain Spider had been transford into a clone of Luo Fu Fairy, scheming within Blessed Land Cave Heaven.
Because of the Mountain Spider’s half-magical treasure, half-demonic beast traits, it made distinguishing between illusion and reality nearly impossible.
"Wouldn’t want to disturb Senior Sister. I’ll take my leave now."
Li Mo cautiously retreated, his cancer cells continuing to suppress the mutation fully. Luo Fu Fairy vanished into the darkness before him.
Luo Fu Fairy’s eerie laughter echoed in the cave heaven, unsettling him deeply.
Li Mo could sense Senior Sister’s ntal state was far from normal. Even if the Twelve Immortals were all a bit mad, madness was never outright stupidity.
"Heeheehee..."
The laughter lingered endlessly, inching closer to Li Mo’s location.
Suddenly, a slender jade-like finger stabbed into his forehead.
With a sharp crack, Luo Fu Fairy vanished into the distance, leaving the severed finger embedded in Li Mo’s brow, nearly piercing his skull.
As his Divine Sense touched the broken finger, clarity washed over him.
The darkness receded like the tide, revealing the full view of Blessed Land Cave Heaven.
On the outside, the cave heaven resembled a water well.
Internally, its structure mimicked a wine bottle, the bottom filled with yellowed, blackened oils, soaking tens of thousands of corpses that floated up and down repeatedly.
The three Poison Beasts resembled re insects inside the pond, appearing insignificant.
"This is..."
Suspended in mid-air were two colossal, kiloter-wide eyeballs.
The eyeballs were largely decayed; oil seeped intermittently from their wounds, and clusters of blood vessels extended from the organs’ edges.
The blood vessels groped through the oil, driven by instinct, searching for sustenance.
As for the Mother, she was bound to the end of one blood vessel, absorbing nutrients, her aura dwindled to barely above Nascent Soul Stage.
It was worth noting that as the sect’s treasured flying sword, the Mother’s power should rival Nascent Soul Stage.
Yet, despite her struggles to break free, she seed powerless against the eyeballs.
Even Li Mo, well-accustod to disturbing sights, couldn’t help but feel his scalp tingle, prompting his three Nascent Souls to manipulate spiritual power into Circulation Cycles.
"What a joke—No-Life Mother’s remnants?"
The eyeballs were utterly deteriorated, yet Li Mo discerned a resemblance; they were disturbingly similar to the statue of No-Life Mother in the temple.
If they indeed originated from No-Life Mother, her forr realm must have been unfathomable.
Despite being a seemingly insignificant organ, the leaked aura from the decayed eyeballs matched the Twelve Immortals, implying that at her peak, she may have been a Land Immortal.
But what puzzled Li Mo was the lack of mory feedback from the Creation Book.
"What’s the true origin of No-Life Mother?"
Regaining composure, Li Mo inspected himself; apart from the severed finger in his brow, he showed no signs of mutation.
However, once his Divine Sense no longer interacted with the severed finger, he would revert to blindness.
He turned his attention to Luo Fu Fairy.
Her body was indeed Mountain Spider, her features and expressions bearing an uncanny resemblance. Her head was connected to a blood vessel extending from the eyeballs.
Luo Fu Fairy resembled a marionette, moving continuously under the blood vessel’s control.
Li Mo’s pupils contracted as Luo Fu Fairy’s faintly smiling lips twitched, seemingly attempting to convey so information through subtle movents.
He mulled over her silent cues, deciphering two words from her lip movents.
["Soone"]
"Soone? Does that an Blessed Land Cave Heaven is under surveillance by certain sects, and Senior Sister is warning not to expose our identity as the Thirteen Immortals?"
Luo Fu Fairy no longer reacted, blending into the giant eyeball as one of its grotesque adornnts.
Thump. Thump. Thump...
The sound of heavy objects splashing into liquid echoed again.
At the mouth of Blessed Land Cave Heaven’s "well," massive at spheres, each hundreds of ters in size, were dropped down, creating nauseating splashes in the oils.
The at spheres were crudely crafted from countless spiritual materials, clearly derived from Poison Beasts and cultivated by various sects.
Poison Clothes Qinghong Workshop had also established dicine fields to grow spiritual materials, though theirs hadn’t yet matured.
Li Mo had learned this from Luo Kai.
Once the spiritual materials ripened, Poison Beasts would actively swallow them whole.
If the quantity of spiritual materials couldn’t satisfy the beasts’ appetites, the governing forces suffered inevitable fatalities, sotis numbering in the thousands.
For these forces, the arrangent was a double-edged sword.
After all, the beasts’ hunger wasn’t infinite. So long as it was adequately quenched, the leftover spiritual materials were enough to earn imnse profits.
Spider Poison Sect, on the other hand, was not adept at planting crops, so they used mortals as expendable fodder.
"The spiritual materials consud by Poison Beasts are turned into Elixir Pills within Blessed Land Cave Heaven."
"So it ans the beasts’ stomachs are directly connected to the sect’s mountain gate? They’re nurturing No-Life Mother’s remnants in a disguised form."
As for the number of Taoist and Demon factions involved in No-Life Mother’s cultivation, the figure might be far greater than Li Mo imagined.
The grotesque eyeballs eagerly stretched out blood vessels to seize the at spheres for absorption.
The nutrients proved negligible.
However, the injuries did slightly heal; patches of decayed tissue were replaced with fresh flesh, albeit at an agonizingly slow pace—it might take centuries to recover.
Unsure of Blessed Land Cave Heaven’s inner workings, Li Mo proceeded to loot its resources regardless.
The enormous eyeballs showed no interest in the countless corpses, allowing Li Mo to sweep everything of value into the Corpse Mountain Mini World.
Li Mo silently monitored the eyeballs.
Not seeing any reaction from them, he grew increasingly audacious in his movents, even scooping up the oily corpses of the dead.
Unfortunately.
The oil appeared to have mutating properties, leaving the bodies disfigured, their Taoist Bodies irreparably fragnted.
Li Mo could only rely on the White Bone Treasure Body to absorb their brains before incinerating their Dantians; the rest of the corpses would rely serve as tenants within the Corpse Mountain, salvaging what little could be saved.
The leech poison beast seed to sense the obliteration of Blood Sword Intent and the dwindling number of bodies drawing them in, prompting it to crawl toward the surrounding rock walls.
Once the beast reached the material world, smaller sects were bound to join the fray.
Under his breath, Li Mo muttered, "Like Jiang Taigong fishing—with willing prey biting the hook?"
The Twelve Immortals tossed out bait while various factions sward arrogantly, carving up the resources tied to No-Life Mother amidst their chaotic desire.
Li Mo even suspected.
Even if the Poison Beasts cannibalized one another, their numbers likely remained constant at twelve, ensuring resource production was not disrupted.
As he continued collecting bodies and observing the giant eyeballs cautiously, the remaining three Poison Beasts grew restless as the corpses in the oils dwindled below ten thousand.
The enormous eyeballs didn’t react, leaving Li Mo emboldened.
He noticed that as the number of corpses continued to plumt, the Poison Beasts beca eager to depart Blessed Land Cave Heaven.
He paused and fell into contemplation.
Opening the Creation Book, the special page resud its relentless completion process.
The surface of the special page revealed intricate text, seeming part magical legacy, part abstract remnants of Heavenly Dao traces, stirring Li Mo’s irresistible curiosity.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Blood vessels flailed erratically, prompting Li Mo to quickly shut the Creation Book.
The giant eyes writhed violently, the rot spreading further across their tissues as oil oozed from their wounds. The deterioration clearly ca from the creation book’s predation.
Fortunately, the damage wasn’t overly severe.
By Li Mo’s calculations, once the special page completed, the gigantic eyes would worsen by a degree or two at most, their condition remaining manageable.
He teleported back to the Toad Poison Beast, his expression turning conflicted.
"Gambling feels too risky. Either I figure out a way to mitigate the eyeballs’ injuries discreetly, nurturing the special page unnoticed, or I choose not to risk it at all."
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