Mo Zhengsheng himself was utterly shocked by the supernatural display unfolding before his eyes. His own robes, embroidered with the golden phoenix that marked his rank, seemed to lose their luster in the presence of such darkness.His eyes widened in disbelief as the undead creature appeared out of nowhere and attacked Han Shan with ease. Though fear gripped his heart like ice-cold claws, he knew he couldn't stand idly by while his subordinate faced such horror.Quickly, he whistled loudly, signaling the other eight cultivators to attack with the sharp note that cut through the night air. "Unite! Let's eliminate that undead creature! It's alone; it can't possibly defeat us!" Mo Zhengsheng shouted, trying to boost his comrades' morale with words that rang hollow against the supernatural threat.The eight cultivators immediately moved, surrounding the living corpse with their weapons drawn in a formation they had practiced countless times. However, behind the corpse's empty eyes, there

"No matter what, I must see how my father is doing in Biramaki City!" His heart was set, and he walked out of the cave with confident steps. Each footfall echoed with the weight of filial duty and the thunder of approaching destiny.As Rong Tian's figure floated out of the cave's height, the image of his father lingered in his mind. The memories of his father, who must be suffering from his departure from the residence of Vice Minister Zhao Ming, continued to haunt his thoughts like ghosts refusing to cross to the underworld.The night air carried the scent of dry earth and distant storms, reminding him of his father's gentle wisdom. Time moved like a river, but love flowed like an eternal spring that no drought could dry."Perhaps my father thinks I'm dead!" he thought as he walked toward the ancient cemetery. The possibility struck his heart like lightning splitting an ancient tree."Regardless, something is off! I feel this is a conspiracy by the people at the Deputy Minister's res

Mo Zhengsheng cast one final glare at Duan Meng, his eyes promising future retribution when the tables turned. Then he turned with wounded dignity and began his departure from the courtyard that had rejected his desperate plea.The gathered crowd beyond the ornate fence erupted into chaotic murmurs like disturbed hornets swarming from their nest. Many hearts filled with sympathy for Mo Zhengsheng's plight, witnessing his rejection despite his clear desperation for assistance in his hour of need.However, opposing voices rose from another faction within the crowd, their expressions bright with malicious joy at witnessing his public humiliation. The satisfaction of seeing the mighty brought low danced in their eyes like flames consuming dry kindling."That serves as a well-deserved lesson for Mo Zhengsheng's recent arrogance!" declared one disciple, his voice carrying the sharp edge of mockery that cut through the morning air. "Lately, his pride has swollen beyond all reasonable bounds,

Young Soul Stage brings the development of a nascent soul, which functions as a second spiritual body capable of existing independently. Their lifespan becomes even more extended, typically reaching one thousand to two thousand years of life.The Eternal Stage grants cultivators unlimited longevity when they reach this pinnacle of achievement, enabling them to live for ten thousand years or even achieve true immortality. This represents the highest possible achievement in the endless journey toward transcendence of mortality.Within each major stage, there exist five distinct levels of mastery and understanding. These are designated as the initial level, the growth level, the advancement level, the maturation level, and the peak level of achievement.When a cultivator reaches the peak level of any stage, they are prepared to attempt breakthrough and advance to the next stage of cultivation. However, each breakthrough carries the risk of qi deviation and potential death.Rong Tian curr

The situation descended into chaos. No one was prepared to face the army of undead whose strength far exceeded their expectations.The usually calm and disciplined cultivators now looked panicked, their steps disordered, and their defenses beginning to crumble.“Look at the sword!” Elder Duan Meng suddenly shouted, throwing an amulet into the sky.The amulet exploded in a flash of green light, transforming into a large, glittering jade sword. The sword looked heavy, but its movements were so swift it seemed to have a life of its own.“Kill that cursed undead!” Duan Meng commanded in a loud voice. He spat spiritual energy toward the jade sword. In an instant, the jade sword shot forward at a speed invisible to the naked eye.SRRT!The body of one of the undead creatures was split in two, collapsing onto the sandy ground and remaining motionless. Duan Meng smiled triumphantly, his face radiating victory. “Just a simple demonic technique—how dare you try to oppose the Pure Sky Sect!”How