Li Mo was initially a little surprised, as he had never t the Senior Sister before.
Then he realized that back in True Void Hotown, she had likely left behind a trace of consciousness, and his eventual entry into the No-Life Sect must have been guided by her hand.
Looking solely at her appearance, one could never discern the unfathomable depth of her thods.
"Senior Sister, greetings."
Li Mo greeted her awkwardly with a chuckle while his Cave God’s Eye scanned over her. He faintly sensed an aura far more terrifying than that of the Void Refining Stage.
Furthermore, her ability to maintain a normal appearance in the Demon Cave demonstrated that her cultivation was strong enough to completely disregard the influence of its Fake Heavenly Dao.
A Land Immortal?
How long had she been alive again? And yet, she had already surpassed the Void Refining Stage...
Wait a mont.
The Twelve Immortals had always been led by Zu Xiuyun. Clearly, she had prepared thoroughly before her transformation, revealing the profound depths of her cunning.
Such a figure, if involved in the upheaval of heaven and earth, could reshuffle the very balance between the Immortal and Mortal Realms. Li Mo couldn’t help but swallow nervously.
"Where’s the sword?"
Zu Xiuyun’s expression carried an enigmatic flair. Though her features were far from delicate, they exuded a unique, fresh transcendence.
So unassuming—how could she possibly be a demon?
Li Mo froze for a few breaths before hurriedly handing Senior Sister Yu Xiao’s Storage Bag. She received it casually and hung it by her waist.
Senior Sister turned and walked away, her silhouette fading into mundane illusion.
Li Mo suddenly rembered sothing and hesitated before asking, "Senior Sister, could you help contact Fourth Senior Sister? I’d like to request a few poison-making spells—even just one or two will do."
Senior Sister halted her steps, standing silently in place.
Li Mo cursed himself inwardly, wishing he could slap himself. Why bother provoking his Senior Sister for no reason? In the end, he still harbored unrealistic notions about the Fake Heavenly Dao.
"Uh... after reconsidering, maybe forget it."
Senior Sister turned back around, but her face transford into a featureless void, her aura growing alarmingly unstable, sending chills down Li Mo’s spine.
"Senior Sister, I won’t bother you anymore. After all, the Demon Cave is no place to linger long..."
Her face writhed and morphed, accompanied by the unsettling sound of bones cracking. Fourth Senior Sister’s clear and serene features appeared in her place.
"Hee-hee."
The clean laughter turned sharp and piercing. Blue-purple streaks erged on Senior Sister’s skin, toxic smoke wafting from her pores as the ground beneath her feet sizzled and corroded.
"Fourth Senior Sister, that..."
Before Li Mo could finish his sentence, Qingjing exhaled a mouthful of poison gas.
The poison seeped into Li Mo’s brow, its pain drilling into his brain tissue, as mories of poison-making surged within him—five poison techniques in total.
Each of these techniques was at the Divine Separation Stage level, swiftly absorbed by his Tao Seed.
The poison-making divine skills began their transformation.
When Li Mo regained awareness, Senior Sister’s figure had already disappeared. None of the sword cultivators on Cancer Island had noticed Zu Xiuyun.
"Senior Sister has ascended to beco a Land Immortal. Judging by this, when all Twelve Immortals break through to the Void Refining Stage, it’ll be ti for their sches."
Li Mo rubbed his temples in frustration.
Surveying his surroundings, he confird that Senior Sister’s visit hadn’t caused the slightest ripple, before flipping ticulously through the poison techniques—an eye-opening experience.
The poison techniques were wildly varied; they didn’t rely involve crafting poison with live humans, but could even manipulate entire mortal habitats, altering their environnts to create poison.
[Ten Thousand Directions Creation Poison Gu Heart Scripture]
By influencing climate and temperature, one could make an environnt strangely inhospitable, inducing the ergence of toxins that eventually concentrated in mortal settlents.
Through generations of mortal reproduction, while constantly adjusting the surroundings, the poisons would subtly evolve. Eventually, among a population numbering one million, a poisonous Innate Taoist Body would be born.
The infant—both a Taoist Body and the ultimate poison.
Li Mo had the ability to determine the Taoist Body’s specific attributes, calibrating the environnt as needed.
Each poison technique possessed unique characteristics, and it was destined that the poison-making divine skills would ascend to the Divine Separation Stage. However, the ti left to him remained uncertain.
The Ten Thousand Demon Dao’s sches against Lord Chaoxi were already nearing completion, though the final outco remained elusive.
Li Mo steadied himself, calm in spirit.
He simultaneously consolidated his cultivation while quietly awaiting his fate. If the Demon Suppression Cave ended prematurely, it would only an the timing wasn’t right—no need to force things.
Day after day slipped by; the Artifact Pill Body had grown to a size of eight hundred ters.
Suspended in the air like a moon, towering ancient trees resembled the lunar cassia felled by Wu Gang, accompanied by innurable sword light.
The magnetic forces stagnated.
The Artifact Pill Body seamlessly ascended into the Five Qi Period, taking re years thanks to the endless supply of deceitful object corpses in the Demon Cave providing nourishnt.
"Have I tid it well enough?"
Li Mo’s thoughts were far from the Artifact Pill Body, fixating instead on the poison-making divine skill’s evolution, which had finally been completed and was ready to nurture a Divine Separation Stage poison formula.
He couldn’t resist putting it into practice.
[Nagoul Poison]
[Using Da Ai Mi Tian as the primary material, add five thousand catties of Jade Poison Water, temper it down to one ten-thousandth, then incorporate ten thousand catties more of Jade Poison Water and refine it to one-third. Repeat this process nine tis to successfully forge the Nagoul Poison.]
Since Li Mo prioritized speed, the divine skill-crafted poison formula required no prolonged refinent.
Nevertheless, repeated tempering was still painstakingly arduous. Even a minor error could render all efforts moot, though Li Mo estimated he’d be the sole cultivator capable of succeeding in the entire Cultivation World.
Stretching with a lazy yawn, Li Mo teleported himself onto the surface of the Artifact Pill Body.
Pouring five thousand catties of Jade Poison Water into the body’s interior space, he ignited intense heat, transforming the poison water into a crystalline substance, viscous and gleaming.
"Ha! Using the Artifact Pill Body as a magic treasure for alchemy or artifact refining works as well—perhaps even more conveniently than a spiritual treasure."
Through the ongoing tempering process, cancer cells sequentially rged into the poison.
Li Mo focused with unyielding precision, refusing to make the slightest misstep. After ten days of labor, he retrieved a bottle of bizarre liquid—colorless and odorless—from his palm.
The Nagoul Poison itself bore no toxicity yet was imperceptible even to a Land Immortal. Moreover, it could host cancer cells within its composition.
Li Mo maintained a faint connection to the poison, manipulating its flow within the bottle.
"Let’s give it a try."
Turning away stealthily, he released swarms of blood worms to devour the Nagoul Poison entirely, dispersing it into the mountain winds until it beca undetectable.
To minimize unnecessary residue, he relied on the blood worms for transportation.
The poison-fueled cancer cells, in turn, expedited the worm eggs’ hatching. In re monts, the brood had infested the deceitful objects across the Demon Cave, their covert toxins veiled by the worms’ presence as they spread throughout.
Whoosh.
A flying sword severed a Taoist Child’s head, its blade stained by traces of blood worms.
The worms slid down the sword’s edge, burrowing into another Taoist Child’s body, only to hatch anew, carrying traces of Nagoul Poison.
The worm population multiplied, distributing the poison into tens of thousands of fractions.
Li Mo refrained from intervention, ensuring no traces of his involvent remained. After all, the Demon Sect’s Taoist inheritances varied wildly; who knew if so carried canine instincts? Vigilance was the safer route.
By midday, so of the worms had followed mortals traveling into Business Leader City.
Business Leader City was in great chaos.
The streets were wrecked, damaged puppets relentlessly attacking Demon Cultivators while the energy of Externalized Dharma Bodies prevented them from self-repair.
In alleys and thoroughfares alike, mortals knelt instinctively, immobilized by fear.
Lord Chaoxi’s furious mumbling rumbled like thunder: "The heavens are dead, the Dao Jun shall rise."
One immortal trembled violently, drawing the furious gaze of Lord Chaoxi. The Flower atop his head wilted, and within half a breath’s ti, he was reduced to a re mortal.
Li Mo’s eyes flickered with understanding.
"The Ten Thousand Demon Dao capturing Lord Chaoxi—is it rely for mortalization, or perhaps to prevent others from achieving it through him?"
Li Mo shook his head lightly. Lord Chaoxi alone wouldn’t suffice—it was clear that mortals plagued by death diseases in future generations would long have lost the power to change the heavens and earth.
Mortals who entered the city were swiftly reduced to sacrificial fodder for spellcasting.
The blood worms burrowed deeper.
Li Mo’s sense of anticipation lingered, though he refrained from tracking every detail.
Out of the tens of thousands of worms that reached the city’s center, only a few dozen managed to survive, and even those continued to perish as the poison vaporized in the face of plagues.
For the next two weeks, the blood worms found no opportunity to infiltrate Lord Chaoxi.
Even as so worms drew within a hundred ters of him, they appeared poised for futile exertion.
Li Mo remained indifferent, choosing instead to imrse himself in stabilizing his cultivation, the Artifact Pill Body already withdrawn to his Dantian to avert unforeseen complications.
Bang.
The Externalized Dharma Body’s aura erupted.
"It’s about ti."
Chen Yun bent low, his touch-lined head scrutinizing the maggots for so ti, while nearby Demon Cultivators held off puppet attacks.
"Heavenly Dao has perished, the Dao Jun..."
Chen Yun opened his mouth wide; fierce winds surged, his tongue piercing through Lord Chaoxi’s body.
"Maggots are maggots—no matter if they live for ten thousand years, they’re still maggots."
Lord Chaoxi’s flesh began collapsing, his aura dissolving into the heavens and earth, while the Fake Heavenly Dao in the Demon Cave remained truly indestructible.
The Demon Cave quaked violently, as three Dao Jun simultaneously prepared to descend.
"You cannot represent the Heavenly Dao!!!"
Lord Chaoxi regained a trace of lucidity and scread hysterically, "The Heavenly Dao cannot perish, the Heavenly Dao cannot perish! Without the Dao Jun, what remains?!!"
Chen Yun did nothing to stop him, observing him with pity. Only once the Heart-Stealing Demon Cultivators rged into the Dao Jun did he finally smirk in satisfaction, raising his right foot and stomping hard.
Business Leader City was reduced to rubble.
Nurous Void Refining Stage Elders hovered in the sky with expressions of mild dissatisfaction toward the Ten Thousand Demon Dao, though none expressed alarm at the city’s obliteration.
Li Mo suddenly realized the cyclical recurrence of heaven and earth upheavals was inevitable.
Cultivators were far too arrogant. Though most sects endeavored to avert worldly cataclysms, there would always be those who believed they could master calamity.
After all... disasters were just a problem of mortals.
"The only lesson humanity learns from history is that humanity never learns from history."
Li Mo pondered deeply as a blood worm stopped on Lord Chaoxi’s remains, injecting poison water into the decaying flesh while blending into his residual energy.
He could sense cancer cells spreading into the Demon Cave’s unknown depths.
Lord Chaoxi gradually regained form, while the cancer cells continued absorbing nutrients.
Li Mo didn’t rush to cultivate special pages, waiting as pathways began sprouting in the center of Cancer Island, heralding their imminent return to the Heavenly Sword Sect.
"My apologies, fellow cultivators."
Li Mo tapped his brow as the Buddha Demon Body transford into a faint, translucent apparition.
Even with Daoists present, their eyes could only watch helplessly as deceitful object corpses floated into the phantom of Li Mo’s Dharma Body behind him.
Flas flickered.
The Void Refining Stage Elders descended upon Cancer Island.
"After this mission, the Cultivation World will surely co to recognize the millennia-old foundation of the Heavenly Sword Sect."
Luo Yang spoke, his sentint echoed by nods from the other Elders.
Little did any of them realize, Li Mo was rely working to divert the attention of the Five Sects while quietly destroying the cancer cells scattered throughout the Demon Cave, along with the remaining blood worms.
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