“Eh? Brother, did you replant the seeds in the field?”
With the setting sun at her back, Li Yuechan came, holding a food box and standing on the ridge of a field, she saw her older brother holding a watering can, casting the Cloud and Rain Technique to make rain fall on the spiritual field.
Seeing this scene, Li Yuechan was filled with surprise.
Li Muyang simply nodded and said, “Yes… I’ve finished up with what’s been keeping me busy, so I can continue farming.”
Li Muyang did not tell his sister what he had been busy with.
And his foster sister didn’t pry any further.
This foster sister had high emotional intelligence, and interacting with her made Li Muyang feel very comfortable and without much pressure.
Sitting on the field ridge and chatting with Li Yuechan for a good while, he listened to her recount some interesting events from the outer sect, as well as Guan Xiaoshun’s recent breakthrough to the fourth level of Qi cultivation.
Li Muyang nodded and said, “Xiaoshun has always worked hard and his talent is not low, so it’s not surprising that he made it to the fourth level of Qi cultivation.”
The top-grade Spirit Rice he had given to Guan Xiaoshun last time had finally shown its effect.
While Li Muyang had been busy playing games these days, he had broken through from the seventh level to the eighth level of Qi cultivation, and Guan Xiaoshun had finally reached the fourth level too.
That ten catties of top-grade Spirit Rice should be enough for the kid to push his realm to around the seventh level of Qi cultivation.
After that, with steady and consistent practice for another year or two, Guan Xiaoshun should be able to achieve Foundation Establishment.
Li Muyang paid little attention to it.
Afterward, his life returned to its previous comfort and leisureliness.
Every day he would farm, eat, sleep, and then play games.
This time, after clearing the game, he obtained the “Traverse the Netherworld” achievement badge.
The buff from the achievement badge earned by perfectly clearing the game was usable within the game.
In the game character Jiang Xiaoyu’s status bar at Black Cloud Fort, what used to display only “Defier of Fate” now had an additional “Traverse the Netherworld.”
Originally, Li Muyang didn’t pay much attention to it.
But when he was killed by Manager Wu again, Li Muyang noticed the system’s damage settlement screen showing 20% damage immunity.
“…?!”
Seeing this number, Li Muyang was momentarily stunned and shocked.
“Fuck! Manager Wu is actually one of the living dead?”
The “Traverse the Netherworld” buff only works against the already deceased.
But the fact that it triggered when Manager Wu killed him… that’s a little bit horrifying upon closer thought.
Discovering that someone he had known for a long time was actually dead a while ago.
Li Muyang was relieved that this was just a game; if such a supernatural scenario occurred in real life, he feared that every hair on his body would stand on end.
And the discovery that Manager Wu was actually one of the living dead gave Li Muyang a hint of the scent of progression in the game.
If Manager Wu was one of the living dead, what about the other Demon Cultivators… were they all living dead as well?
He felt this was a key clue.
Li Muyang happily studied the issues regarding the Black Cloud Fort instance.
He didn’t care at all about the disturbances in the outside world.
Even though the frequency of Escaping Lights over the Refinement Demon Sect’s sky was becoming more and more frequent.
Far to the east of the Refinement Demon Sect, beyond the long stretches of mountains and plains, all the way to the coastline where the sea breeze howled.
An Escaping Light landed on the edge of a cliff by the sea.
Several figures were already there, all elders of the Refinement Demon Sect.
Ge Hongshan, Qi Rui, Yan Xiaoru… Six elders of the Refinement Demon Sect had gathered together.
As Qi Rui pressed down the Escaping Light, landing on the cliff, Ge Hongshan was the first to speak up.
“Elder Qi, you finally arrived.”
Qi Rui, dressed as a mature and graceful woman in court attire with a smile on her face, asked, “Elder Ge, how is the situation now?”
In a black dress, with a cold expression, Yan Xiaoru coldly said, “The Sect Master just left, and it seems that the situation is not optimistic.”
In front of the Elders, the white mist shrouded the entire sea surface, and even Cultivators could not see through this vast fog.
This Sea of Mist has always been a forbidden zone for Cultivators.
It seems calm and gentle but can devour any Cultivator who enters it.
However, the usually calm and gentle mist was no longer gentle now.
The vast white fog was violently rolling and surging, as if a colossal force was stirring in the depths of the mist.
An eerie and chilling aura continuously spilled out from the mist.
Ordinary people might just feel cold, but to the Elders of the Refinement Demon Sect, the icy aura spilling out from the mist was hair-raising!
They seemed to see endless terrifying ghosts struggling and wailing in the mist, wanting to come into the world to greedily drink the blood and flesh of the living.
Ge Hongshan gazed at the endlessly tumbling mist and frowned.
“After the incident with the Flesh Bone Spirit Puppets, I went back and looked through the ancient texts.”
“It is said that in ancient times, there was no mist over the Misty Sea, and sailing Cultivators could come and go freely. But at that time, the land was filled with sinister and evil spirits, which even Cultivators found difficult to resist.”
“Later, the mist descended, swallowing the entire ocean, and Cultivators could no longer step into the sea.”
“And within the ocean devoured by the mist, it is said that there was an ancient kingdom of gods.”
“The people of that kingdom were naturally divine, all half-human half-demigods, who perished miserably within their capital as the mist descended, all turning into resentful ghosts.”
“If these once demigods, now resentful ghosts, were to surge out, the population under the Refinement Demon Sect’s jurisdiction would suffer heavy casualties!”
Ge Hongshan said with a frown, “I just hope those resentful ghosts head towards the Path of Immortality’s territory. If too many commoners die, next year’s tax revenue will take a big hit.”
Ge Hongshan shared the ancient legend he had unearthed from the texts.
But the other Elders remained noncommittal about this claim.
“Ancient kingdom of gods, half-demigod resentful ghosts…” This Ge Hongshan always likes to believe in these weird and superstitious things.
However, although the Elders did not believe Ge Hongshan’s words, looking at the violently churning mist before them and the cold aura continuously spilling out from it, all the Elders present understood one thing.
No matter what was inside the mist, it was certainly not a benevolent entity.
What could possibly come out from a weird Misty Sea that devours Cultivators and is devoid of all beings… Just thinking about it was enough to unsettle any Cultivator.
Qi Rui, observing the constantly churning white mist and feeling the cold and terrifying strange aura in the air, asked, “Where has the Sect Master gone?”
With an icy demeanor, Yan Xiaoru glanced towards the distance and said, “The Sect Master has gone to negotiate with the group from the Path of Immortality. He wants to temporarily negotiate with those from the Path of Immortality to jointly deal with the strange entities in the mist.”
“From the current situation, if whatever is in this mist comes out, it will bring woe to both the righteous and the demonic paths alike.”
Yan Xiaoru explained.
And beyond her line of sight, tens of thousands of miles away at the same seaside, the Cultivators from the Path of Immortality had already set up a grand formation, awaiting in solemn formation.
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The increasingly violent activity within the mist was declaring to the world the imminent arrival of a terrifying disaster.
And possibly a disaster that even Cultivators would be affected by…
On the other end of the Misty Sea, in the Tianyuan Dynasty,
The Demon Suppression Maguses of the Qintian Supervisory had almost all mobilized, arriving en masse at the seashore. These Demon Suppression Maguses, who were normally enough to make people lose their courage at the mere mention of them, were now watching the Misty Sea with vigilance and unease, wary of the strange movements deep within the mist.
And in the depths of the mist, within the mysterious ancient city that had not been trodden by anybody for many years, sinister white fog drifted, and somber ghostly shadows listlessly moved about the city.
In this world devoid of any vitality or hope, within the gloomy alleys, the corpse of a young boy suddenly stood up.
Breaking the dead silence of the city.
The three wandering ghosts outside the alley seemed to have sensed the breath of a living person and floated towards the alley.
The moment the mysterious visitor who had possessed the body saw the three ghostly shadows, he seemed to be taken aback.
“…Are these the same three thugs from the opening scene?”
