The entire center of the island was shrouded in a black fog, and the rolling black fog seemed to contain the shadows of hideous ghosts and demons.

From time to time, there were sharp and piercing cries coming from the black fog.

There were gusts of black wind and strange screams.

Judging from these scenes, the Xuanshi Sect finally has some evil and demonic characteristics.

Under the black fog, tombstones stand in rows along the island, with tombs stacked one on top of the other.

Going around the island, you can see people burning paper money outside tombstones everywhere.

These are all people who came to pay tribute to their ancestors.

The Xuanshi Sect is very considerate. There are special paper-making pavilions for the dead and memorial pavilions on the island. They also have fairy palaces and fairy beasts paper-made items at various price points.

There is a luxurious Tiangong package worth two thousand spirit stones.

There are also paper money with the imprint of a blessing money mold and a bunch of three spirit stones.

It’s okay if you don’t have spirit stones. Just find a place to kowtow.

Anyway, within the ancestral circle around the island, it's fine as long as you think your ancestors can survive.

In addition, there is a music and percussion band on standby at any time.

There are also various services such as offering sacrifices to ancestors on behalf of others and pretending to be grandchildren and crying at funerals.

The entire service process can be recorded with a photo ball to ensure quality and quantity. The crying is sincere and touching, the knocking is so severe that the earth cracks and the forehead is covered with blood.

Different from the lively scene outside, the mountains deep inside the island were shrouded in thick black fog, making it impossible for outsiders to see through them.

In the center of the mountain range, a huge black palace complex stands in mid-air with four mountains as pillars, and black waterfalls cascade down around it.

"Qingming."

A cold voice was heard in the palace.

In the side hall, a girl in a black dress with a pale face flew up and went outside the main hall.

"The remaining restrictions on the mining island to the east are somewhat fluctuating. Go take a look."

"Yes, Master."

The girl clapped her hands, and there was a roar in the side hall. A two-meter-tall black giant ape stepped out. The girl flew into the air and landed on the giant ape's left shoulder.

"Go via the teleportation array. Be careful and don't be careless."

"Disciple understands."

In the main hall, black curtains floated without wind.

In the middle of the curtains is a round bed several meters wide, exuding a rich spiritual energy.

On the bed, a beautiful person with a jade crown on his head, a face as white as jade, and beauty as bright as stars was sitting cross-legged. The long eyebrows between his eyes hung down and floated gently.

It was Yinmei Zhenren, the famous leader of Xuanshi Sect in Wanxinghai.

"Blessings from our ancestors."

Master Yinmei frowned slightly, a trace of sadness emerged on his face, which made people feel pity for him.

Then, she gently stood up and stood on the bed.

The fair soles of her feet tapped the bed, and suddenly a black halo lit up, interweaving to form a mysterious rune that swallowed her figure.

Under the bed is a cave-like space.

A strong aroma filled the air, and three extremely thick sandalwood sticks were stuck in the incense burner, with smoke rising up.

When Master Yinmei landed, his face unexpectedly underwent a strange change. There was a hint of heroic spirit between his brows, and his fair cheeks became angular.

She actually changed from a female cultivator to a male cultivator.

"Blessings from our ancestors."

The cold voice turned hoarse and majestic at this moment, exuding majesty.

Kneeling on the cushion in front of the incense burner, Yinmei Zhenren bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, then picked up a shorter incense stick and lit it, then looked up at the tablet above.

I saw that this space was filled with densely packed altars.

The one at the top is several meters in size and shaped like a palace. It is also different from the other god thrones. It is shrouded in a faint blood light, but is surrounded by a spirituality.

This is not a divine position, but an official position.

When a monk dies and passes away, he is worshipped as a god, and while he is still alive, he is given an official position.

On this highest throne.

It is written in ancient text about cultivating immortals: The founder of the Corpse Immortal Sect, the god of corpse evil spirits, is honored as the master.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the golden elixir is called Zhenren, the Nascent Soul is called Zhenjun, and the God of Transformation is called Lingzun.

Below the highest position of official position, all other signs, no matter how big or small, were shrouded in an aura of death.

From the founder to the present.

The deity of the ancestor of the transformation of gods, the spirit of the corpse.

The deity of Yuanshi Lingzun, the ancestor of the transformation of gods.

The deity of the ancestor of transformation into a god and the deity of transformation into a zombie spirit.

Below the Three Transformation Gods, the god position is one level smaller, belonging to Yuanying Zhenjun.

The deity of the Blood Pupa True Lord, an old ancestor in the late Nascent Soul stage.

…

The late Nascent Soul stage...

The middle stage of Nascent Soul...

…

"With the blessing of our ancestors, the sect can be passed down."

Master Yinmei looked at these gods with a dazed look in his eyes.

Once upon a time, the Corpse Immortal Sect had an ancestor who ascended to heaven, and even three generations of divine spirits, who were feared throughout the world of immortal cultivation.

But now, he can only survive in a corner of the world of immortal cultivation, and is attacked from all sides from time to time.

"If it weren't for the ancestor..."

He looked with gloomy eyebrows at the official position at the top, which was flashing with blood-red light.

The magic needle is still there.

The Corpse Immortal Sect cannot be destroyed.

They dare not gamble.

Just a slight smile, karma is cyclical, retribution will come.

The Corpse Immortal Sect was so powerful in the world of immortal cultivation back then that it was indeed too domineering.

…ahem…too many ancestral graves have been dug up.

Otherwise, this disaster would not have happened.

It's all fate.

After burning incense, the angles on Yinmei Zhenren's face gradually became rounder, and his feminine aura reappeared.

"Grandmaster, I will use a new path to repeat the glory of the Immortal Sect."

Back in the palace, Master Yinmei slowly breathed a sigh of relief. The two peaks on his chest swelled up again, and his voice became colder.

…

Haiyuan Island.

Oh, Shen Lian is no longer on Haiyuan Island.

After discovering the runes still glowing blood-red underwater, he ran away.

Not only did they run away, but they also threw the ore they fished out from the water into a pool on a small island along the way.

At this moment, he had already run two thousand miles, and in front of him appeared a mountain called Stone Mountain, on which there was also a market for cultivators.

The level of cultivation in the waters near Haiyuan Island is extremely low, and those who have reached the seventh level of Qi training are considered masters, so the scale of the market town is naturally not that big.

After looking at the island from a distance, he circled it twice and found a suitable place to hide.

Having already run two thousand miles away, Shen Lian wondered if he was scaring himself.

It's okay to be cautious, but you can't be paranoid.

The mine on Haiyuan Island is fought over by the Xuanshi Sect and the Black Shark Tribe, so it is only natural to set up some kind of formation in the mine.

The Xuanshi Sect is an expert at playing with corpse puppets, and there is nothing wrong with them setting up the things for sacrificing and refining corpse puppets in the mine.

He wanted to confirm it again here. If there was no movement after waiting for half a year or a year, he could still go back and retrieve the ore.

More than half a month later.

Off the coast of Shishan Island.

A small spirit boat was speeding like lightning, and its speed formed a stream of light on the sea.

On the spirit boat, Qingming's black long skirt fluttered in the wind, and a little black monkey was lying on her shoulder, roaring continuously.

"It's hard for you to accompany me in seclusion in the sect for several years. If there is nothing wrong with the investigation of Haiyuan Island, I will take you to hunt sea beasts and relax after returning from Haiyuan Island."

"roar!"

Hearing this, the black ape suddenly shrank to a size of two meters, pounded its chest with both hands, and let out a deafening roar.

"Put it away, we need to hurry on our way."

The spirit boat disappeared into the distance, and a fish was swaying under the water.

Suddenly, the swimming fish turned into a human form. Shen Lian did not emerge from the water, but he could still clearly see the figure going away.

"Look at the direction, it's heading to Haiyuan Island."

"The second-level, top-grade spiritual beast, the Black Nether Demon Ape!"

From the roaring sound of the monster, Shen Lian knew who was coming.

When he crossed the Xuanshi Sect’s territory before, he heard a lot of different news.

For example, Qingming, the disciple of Yinmei Zhenren, the leader of Xuanshi Sect, has top-grade water spiritual roots. He has already established the ninth level of foundation at the age of sixty, and is already a candidate for becoming a Jindan Zhenren.

"It came really quickly, only half a month."

Then, Shen Lian sighed. The ores he threw away were nothing special, but the two pieces of Xuanling Jadeite raw stones were.

But then he thought that it was a mineral used to refine corpse puppets, and that it might have some kind of forbidden magic drawn on it, so he calmed down.

I took out the nautical chart and took a look at it. Since I was no longer in seclusion, I decided to head north.

The fairy city at the northern cape is a transit station from the Wanxing Sea to the South China Sea.

After carefully looking at the sea chart, Shen Lian decided to go north. He would not go through the Great Immortal City, but would go through remote islands and small markets in the sea, and sell some happy pills and collect some spirit stones along the way.

But before that, he needs to find a place to calm down. The insights he has accumulated over the past few years are enough, so he can improve his side business.

…

Wanzu Island, the main hall of Xuanshi.

"Master, I have returned from investigating on Haiyuan Island."

After returning, Qing Ming bowed and stood outside the fluttering curtain, saluting to Master Yinmei.

The black ape on her shoulder also jumped down and kowtowed respectfully.

"I have received your message. Please tell me more about it."

Yinmei asked, she needed to confirm it again.

"Master, after my investigation, I found nothing unusual. There are sea cultivators on the island, and we also found traces of cultivators building caves. Most likely, some cultivators are collecting poison gas on the island."

"Also, the restrictions remaining at the bottom of the mine have been corroded by corpse qi and poison gas for so many years, so it is normal for them to fluctuate."

Yinmei nodded and said nothing.

Just be normal.

I’m afraid it’s not a normal situation.

At that time, the Corpse Immortal Sect was besieged from all sides and the sect elders were killed in the battle. She and some of her disciples managed to escape to the Wanxing Sea, where they hid their strength, changed their sect name, and developed carefully.

But he still couldn't hide it from his former enemies. They didn't dare to really destroy the Corpse Immortal Sect's inheritance, but they could secretly trip it up and block the sect's development path.

Back then, underneath the Haiyuan Island's mineral veins, there was an excellent gold and water vein that could initially nurture the Five Elements Water Spirit Corpses. This was a supreme immortal method obtained by an elder of a certain generation of the Immortal Corpse Sect from the Five Elements Immortal Palace.

Everything was going smoothly. The talismans that needed to be carved deep in the earth were ready, and even the corpse of the water spirit root was found. But just when everything was about to begin, the sea tribe came to kill them.

She originally thought that the Sea Clan tribe was coveting the third-level mineral vein.

But not long after the two sides fought, she realized that the Black Shark Tribe of the Sea Clan had secretly received a secret order from a certain force in the Sea Clan to stop the water spirit corpse from nourishing.

So, after a stalemate of hundreds of years, she had to destroy the layout inside the mine and end the continuous consumption.

This is also the reason why Qingming went to Haiyuan Island to investigate.

The influence of those forces is everywhere. As long as a word is passed on, all the forces and alien races in Wanxinghai will be eager to show their strength.

"Ancestors, the pot you left behind is too big."

The causes in the past have led to the consequences today. It was also because the Corpse Immortal Sect was too unruly back then. It was not to the extent that it caused the hatred of both humans and gods and brought disaster to the world of immortal cultivation.

Back then, the Corpse Immortal Sect played a high-end game, and those they captured were at least at the Nascent Soul stage. Ordinary immortal cultivation forces didn't even bother to look at them.

In addition, when they obtained the Five Elements Immortal Corpse Technique, they did not know how to restrain it, so many forces knew that the Corpse Immortal Sect had this technique.

If you want to do something, you can't hide it.

Once there is momentum for development, it will be subject to invisible suppression.

With the tacit approval of the major forces in the world of immortal cultivation, as the successor of the Corpse Immortal Sect, the Xuanshi Sect can leave behind its heritage, but there is no need for development.

The Wanxing Sea is not small, the Xuanshi Sect can just jump around in this big bathtub.

"well……"

Master Yinmei sighed. The lifespan for a person who has just entered the Nascent Soul stage is three thousand years. She is already two thousand four hundred years old and is still stuck in the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage. It would be extremely difficult to make further progress.

If you don't go any further, you will only live for a thousand years at most.

He once dominated the world of immortal cultivation, but now he is playing house with a group of juniors in a bathtub. He dare not reveal his real strength and has always claimed to be a real person. He even faked his death once for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.

Yin Mei came back to his senses and saw Qing Ming still standing outside.

"Nothing is happening, that's good. Let's go down and practice."

"Master, I want to go to the secret realm of the Sea King Sect to take a look."

"Sea King Sect? What's so interesting about a small secret realm? Let them have some fun."

The Sea King Sect is very famous in the Ten Thousand Star Sea, but it has only produced one cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage. Immortal Yinmei does not think highly of it at all.

Suddenly, Master Yinmei thought of something.

"Then go ahead."

"Call the elder of general affairs."

Not long after, an old man in a black robe walked into the main hall.

"metropolitan."

"Elder Yin, how many foundation-building corpse puppets have entered the sect in the past few years?"

"Master, in the past ten years, only three foundation-building monks have passed away and been sent to the sect."

“Too slow.”

Yin frowned.

The colorful jade slip in his hand flashed, and five illusory shadows of spirit corpses emerged inside. Each of them was covered with dense runes and came with various detailed sacrificial methods.

If the five spiritual corpses can merge into one, they will become the immortal corpse.

Today, the Xuanshi Sect's Wanji clan protection formation was derived from this jade slip.

The ten thousand base here is an imaginary number, not the actual ten thousand. The required number will be more than ten thousand, or even tens of thousands.

Sacrifice thousands of corpses and transform them into gods.

Many five-element related skills and spells have been circulated in the Five Elements Immortal Palace, covering all aspects.

After years of inheritance and evolution, many new methods have been derived and widely circulated in the world of immortal cultivation.

…

Dongsheng Fairy City.

Lingchen Rice Shop.

"Shopkeeper, do you have any spiritual rice with less spirituality?"

A middle-aged male monk with a weather-beaten face walked into the rice shop with his hands in his pockets and asked the shopkeeper.

"Spirit potatoes are fine too."

(End of this chapter)