He was completely unaware of the secretive intrusion of Chen Sheng, still immersed in his cultivation.
Chen Sheng stood in the void with his hands behind his back, his gaze falling on Wu Xiaoyu. He lifted his hand, forming an obscure Dharma Seal, and a cluster of seven-colored divine light emerged from his palm.
This was the Seven Emotions Divine Light from the "Seven Emotions Sword Scripture," which could not only influence a cultivator's emotions but also penetrate the Sea of Consciousness Restriction and read others' memories.
The seven-colored divine light floated towards Wu Xiaoyu like fine threads, silently resting on his forehead.
In the next moment, Wu Xiaoyu's body stiffened slightly, and the fluctuation of spiritual qi around him suddenly halted. Though his eyes remained closed, the usual sparkle in them dimmed, clearly indicating that his consciousness was temporarily obscured by the Seven Emotions Divine Light.
Borrowing the power of the Seven Emotions Divine Light, Chen Sheng's divine sense slowly invaded Wu Xiaoyu's Sea of Consciousness — within, countless fragments of memories flashed like a revolving lantern.
The scenes of Wu Xiaoyu's childhood cultivation, the joy of joining the Qinghua Sect, the tension of refining his first furnace of elixir pills, the pride of becoming the owner of Danxin Cave Mansion...
Like a meticulous sieve, Chen Sheng's divine sense rapidly filtered through the memory fragments, quickly finding information related to the tomb forest.
A clear memory scene emerged in his Sea of Consciousness: Over a hundred years ago, an elderly man, white-haired and venerable, presided over the construction of this tomb forest.
The old man's face bore some resemblance to Wu Xiaoyu, his eyes filled with solemnity — he was the thirty-sixth Hall Master of Pill Furnace Peak, Wu Ruoxu.
In the memory, Wu Ruoxu muttered to the tombstone:
"Ancestral Master Sheng, Granduncle Yuquan, you traveled far from home in those days and could not return before you passed... Today I establish these two tombs, fulfilling my long-held wish."
...
"So it was Ruoxu, thoughtful indeed."
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The corners of Chen Sheng's lips curled into a faint smile, the forlorn feeling in his heart dissipating somewhat.
From the memories, he learned that Wu Ruoxu had passed away over fifty years ago, and before his death, he specifically instructed his descendants to faithfully protect this tomb, ensuring it would remain unharmed.
Chen Sheng's divine sense continued to browse, quickly confirming Wu Xiaoyu's identity — he was Wu Ruoxu's great-grandson, and by extension, his descendant as well.
His gaze fell on the fake pill in Wu Xiaoyu's Dantian; his thoughts stirred, withdrawing the Seven Emotions Divine Light. A golden cluster of light coalesced at his fingertip — within it contained a complete "Pill Transformation Technique."
The golden light cluster drifted toward Wu Xiaoyu's forehead like it had a life of its own, penetrating into his Sea of Consciousness.
About the time it took for half an incense stick to burn later, Wu Xiaoyu's fingers slightly twitched, and his eyes slowly opened. He first looked around in a daze until his pupils suddenly contracted upon seeing the still-functioning protective array outside the cave mansion.
The protective array remained intact, yet someone had silently entered the cave mansion and made him lose consciousness. What kind of great power could this be?
As he was overwhelmed with panic, a complete cultivation technique suddenly surged into his Sea of Consciousness — it was precisely the "Pill Transformation Technique" gifted by Chen Sheng.
The content of the cultivation technique was clear and detailed, explaining everything from the technique of condensing a fake pill to the key nodes for breaking through to the Golden Core...
Wu Xiaoyu instantly understood that a high master must have visited earlier, not only causing him no harm but also bestowing upon him the opportunity to break through to the Golden Core.
Unable to hold back his excitement, he quickly got up from the meditation cushion, respectfully kneeling towards the entire cave mansion with unrestrained excitement in his voice:
"Junior Wu Xiaoyu, grateful for the senior's gift of the technique! Should the senior have any command, this junior would not hesitate to give my life!"
He kowtowed three times with fervor, his forehead flushing red, yet he did not dare to rise — encountering such a great power was the greatest fortune of his life, leaving no room for any negligence.
In the void of the cave mansion, Chen Sheng observed the kneeling Wu Xiaoyu, gently nodding without revealing himself or responding. A faint purple void spiritual light arose around him as his figure disappeared quietly from Danxin Cave Mansion, as if he had never been there.
Two days later, on the desolate plains of the Western Border of the Chu Country, the wind and sand swept over the ground, leaving deep and shallow ravines.
A seemingly ordinary valley lay quietly on the edge of the wasteland, its entrance covered with withered yellow weeds, and the rocks coated with thick dust, blending seamlessly into the surroundings. Without careful inspection, it was almost impossible to notice the hidden mysteries here.
However, when Chen Sheng's Divine Sense scanned this place, he keenly sensed the abnormal spatial fluctuations inside the valley.
The valley, which appeared narrow from the outside, was actually hiding a different universe within, as if shrouded by an invisible restriction, isolating it from external probing.
"Interesting."
Chen Sheng felt a stir in his heart, the Void Power around him rippled, and his figure seemed to merge with the void, quietly passing through the restriction.
The scene before him changed instantly, and the originally barren valley interior revealed a towering complex of buildings!
Black stone buildings clung to the mountainside, their structures engraved with grotesque skull and bone spike patterns, these were the signature marks of the White Bone Demon Sect.
In the plaza of the building complex, dozens of Demon Sect Foundation Establishment Cultivators, dressed in black robes, were sitting cross-legged, with dense blood-red Evil Qi swirling around them.
Chen Sheng's figure was hidden within the void, his Divine Sense like an invisible searchlight, swiftly sweeping over the entire valley.
...
Deep within the building complex, at the heart of the valley, a completely black altar stood out prominently!
In the center of the altar, rested a half-human tall bronze coffin, its surface covered with twisted runes, between which dark red liquid flowed, emitting a nauseating filthy aura.
A Blood Robe Cultivator, clothed in a robe woven of white bones, sat cross-legged before the bronze coffin, holding a blood-colored Jade Scroll, muttering incantations.
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The cultivation of the Blood Robe Cultivator was only at the Fake Pill Realm, yet the Evil Qi surrounding him was denser than that of an average Golden Core Cultivator.
Blood continuously dripped from his hand, falling into the rune grooves on the bronze coffin — this blood was not ordinary cultivator's blood, but the Essence of Blood refined by placing an entire cultivator in a Pill Furnace using the Human Pill method.
Every drop that fell made the runes on the bronze coffin glow a little brighter, and from within the coffin came faint creaking sounds, as if something was about to awaken.
"Almost, almost!"
The Blood Robe Cultivator's eyes flickered with madness, his voice hoarse and excited:
"In just a few decades, the Tier Three Top Grade White Bone Flying Corpse will be fully developed! The five-hundred-year plan of our Saint Sect, spanning three generations, is finally going to be realized in my hands!"
His fingers gently caressed the bronze coffin, as if stroking the most precious treasure in the world, his tone filled with longing for the future.
Once the White Bone Flying Corpse is cultivated, the Saint Sect will be able to rise again in the Chu Country with this powerful combat strength, even crushing Li Xiao Sect and Qinghua Sect, reclaiming the glory of the past.
However, just as he was immersed in his dream, a circle of seven-colored light suddenly appeared from the void, enveloping him like a cage.
The seven-colored light contained pure Sword Intent and Void Power, instantly suppressing the Evil Qi around him, rendering him immobile. The Blood Robe Cultivator's face changed dramatically, and the madness in his eyes was replaced by fear:
"Who? Who's there pretending to be a ghost!"
The void rippled like water, and Chen Sheng's figure slowly emerged. He was dressed in a purple-gold Daoist Robe, surrounded by seven-colored light, appearing authoritative and mysterious.
His gaze passed over the panicked Blood Robe Cultivator and landed on the bronze coffin. With a gentle sweep of his Divine Sense, he had the answer in his heart:
"A Tier Three Top Grade Flying Corpse, I did not expect to have an unexpected gain here."
Chen Sheng's tone carried a hint of surprise. His stay in the Chu Country this time was initially to stabilize the coordinates of the Void fluctuations into a stable Small Realm, to set up a Long-distance Teleportation Array, for convenient future travel between Yue Country and Chu Country.
The Chu Country was only a million miles wide and long, and with his speed as a Nascent Soul True Monarch, he could traverse north to south in two hours. But to find the most suitable spot for the Array Formation, he deliberately spent several days meticulously surveying the country's mountains and rivers.
He hadn't determined the location for the Teleportation Array yet, but unexpectedly captured a familiar Demon Sect Evil Qi — it was the unique aura of the remnants of the Demon Sect from years ago.
He traced the source of the Evil Qi and easily captured a Demon Sect disciple operating outside. Through a simple Soul Search, he uncovered this hidden lair in the Western Border Valley, leading to the current situation.
Watching the frantically struggling Blood Robe Cultivator before him, Chen Sheng displayed none of the gentleness he had at Qinghua Sect. He raised his hand and made a grasping motion towards the Blood Robe Cultivator, an invisible Power of Spiritual Sense piercing into the other party's Sea of Consciousness like an iron clamp.
"Ah—!"
The Blood Robe Cultivator let out a miserable scream, countless memory fragments forcibly stripped from his Sea of Consciousness. The Sea of Consciousness Restriction, before the Nascent Soul Level Divine Sense, was as fragile as paper and instantly torn apart.
Chen Sheng's Divine Sense rampaged through his Sea of Consciousness, extracting all information related to the Demon Sect, churning the Sea of Consciousness into chaos, the Blood Robe Cultivator's seven orifices gradually oozed blood, and his eyes became vacant.
Moments later, Chen Sheng withdrew his Divine Sense, and the Blood Robe Cultivator collapsed to the ground like he had lost his bones, on the verge of death.
Meanwhile, Chen Sheng felt a sudden clarity in his heart:
"So that's it, I was wondering why the Demon Sect remnants sought me out to trade for the Four Symbols Secret Technique years ago, it turns out they had their eyes on the remains of the White Bone Dharma King."
A clear memory screen surfaced in his mind. Back when he was still cultivating in the Chu Country, the Demon Sect remnants had secretly contacted him, offering rare Spiritual Materials in exchange for the remnants of the Four Symbols Secret Technique he possessed.
At that time, he found it strange since the Four Symbols Secret Technique was mainly used for Nascent Soul formation, and there shouldn't have been any Golden Core Perfection cultivators in the Demon Sect.
At that time, Chen Sheng was about to leave Chu Country and didn't think deeply about it. Only now did he understand that the true target of the other party was the corpse of the long-fallen White Bone Dharma King.
The White Bone Dharma King once used the Four Symbols Golden Core as a foundation to break into the Nascent Soul Realm, but couldn't even pass the first trial, the Pill Shattering Tribulation, and ultimately perished.
However, it was precisely because of this that his body was preserved extremely well. The physical strength far surpassed that of an ordinary Golden Core Cultivator, making it an excellent material for refining a Flying Corpse.
The remnants of the Demon Sect, seeking revenge, spent five hundred years over three generations, collecting various evil spiritual materials and blood sacrifice techniques, to refine a powerful White Bone Flying Corpse with the White Bone Dharma King's corpse as the core.
And the Four Symbols Secret Technique he traded out back then was an indispensable key in the process—the secret technique was the core restriction for controlling the Flying Corpse in the later stages.
Chen Sheng's gaze once again fell on the bronze coffin. The corpse inside was as jade, with runes on its surface continuously absorbing the blood dripping from the Blood Robe Cultivator, emitting an increasingly intense evil aura.
He had to admit, the person from the Demon Sect who designed this plan had a truly ingenious mind—if he hadn't intervened, in several decades, this Tier Three Top Grade Flying Corpse could have been completely cultivated.
At that time, with the Flying Corpse's undying body, its combat power would be enough to crush an ordinary Golden Core Perfection Cultivator. Chu Country's Li Xiao Sect and Qinghua Sect would likely face a catastrophe.
Chen Sheng softly murmured, memories of over a dozen Blood Corpses within the secret realm of the Qinghua Sect flashed through his mind:
"Once this Flying Corpse is nurtured and combined with the Four Symbols Secret Technique, it would be much stronger than an ordinary Golden Core Perfection Cultivator. Without my intervention, Qinghua Sect might not face direct annihilation, but a severe blow to their vitality would be inevitable."
He raised his hand and waved towards the bronze coffin, sending out a faint purple Void Power that instantly enveloped the entire bronze coffin.
The Void Power had a strong purifying effect; the filthy runes on the bronze coffin melted away rapidly like ice encountering a raging fire, and there was an unwilling roar from within the coffin that quickly subsided.
Although the Tier Three Top Grade Flying Corpse was strong, in the face of a Nascent Soul True Monarch's Void Power, it had no power to resist.
Chen Sheng glanced at the Blood Robe Cultivator collapsed on the ground, his eyes as calm as water, and he lifted his hand to store the bronze coffin into the Storage Ring.
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Then, he flicked out a golden spirit light, which landed on the Blood Robe Cultivator's forehead, instantly ending his life.
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After doing all this, Chen Sheng slowly closed his eyes, and a small golden seal in his sea of consciousness suddenly lit up—it was the Four Symbols God-Sealing Seal.
This small seal, condensed from the Divine Soul Secret Technique, was incomparable after he advanced to the Nascent Soul, at this moment exuding overwhelming Power of Spiritual Sense like a waking giant beast.
The light gold divine sense ripples spread out with Chen Sheng as the center, like tides reaching across the entire valley; wherever they passed, all the breaths of the Demon Sect disciples had nowhere to hide.
On the square for cultivation of the black-robed disciples, the steward refining the evil artifact within the stone building, the spies hidden in the secret paths; their positions, cultivation, and even actions at that moment all became clear in Chen Sheng's sea of consciousness.
"Four Symbols God-Sealing Seal, Suppress!"
The golden mark in Chen Sheng's sea of consciousness suddenly shrank, then exploded into a sharp divine sense attack.
This attack didn't diffuse chaotically but was like a precise sharp blade flying towards every Demon Cultivator's sea of consciousness in the valley!
On the square, a black-robed disciple practicing evil skills suddenly stiffened, eyes wide open, blood gushing from his seven orifices as his body fell rigidly to the ground; his sea of consciousness shredded by the spiritual attack.
Inside the stone building, a steward refining an evil artifact only felt a "buzz" in his mind, his head exploding like a shattered watermelon, red and white matter splattering the artifact refining furnace in front of him.
...
In just a brief moment, dozens of Demon Cultivators in the valley, without exception, all had their heads explode simultaneously; blood and brains dyed the black stone building and square floor.
The black evil qi that initially permeated the valley quickly dissipated like a lost support with the death of the Demon Cultivators, the nauseating filthy aura in the air gradually faded, leaving only a strong bloody scent that mixed with the whistling wind.
Chen Sheng slowly opened his eyes, the Four Symbols God-Sealing Seal in his sea of consciousness gradually calmed, returning to its original state.
His face was expressionless, as if he had just done a trivial task—for him, the remnants of the Demon Sect were indeed hidden threats. Since he encountered them, there was no reason to leave them be.
Chen Sheng stood in the center of the valley, knitting his brows slightly as he surveyed the mess of blood and the broken stone building.
Even though he had slain all the Demon Cultivators, this valley was still a stronghold operated by the Demon Sect for hundreds of years, possibly harboring undiscovered secret paths, fragments of evil artifacts, or even lingering curse imprints left by Demon Cultivators.
If it wasn't thoroughly destroyed, other Evil Cultivators might trace it back in the future and use the remaining evil aura here to make a comeback.
He raised his eyes and scanned the towering black hill in front of him, which was the natural barrier of the valley and the key to the Demon Cultivators' hidden stronghold.
To root out the hidden threat, the entire landscape must be erased along with it, returning this place to a wasteland so that no one could find traces of the Demon Sect.
Chen Sheng slowly raised his hand, bringing his hands together, faint earthy-yellow spirit light swirling around. Possessing a Five Elements Celestial Spirit Root, his control over Five Elements Daoist Skills was far superior to ordinary cultivators.
After advancing to Nascent Soul, this talent was magnified infinitely; at this moment, manipulating the Power of the Earth Veins felt as natural as moving his own arm.