Mysterious mirror hanging high

The feminine and handsome young man on the right smiled and said, "Master Ying Ba is absolutely right. If it is a small world with hundreds of millions of years of history, a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi training has an extraordinary foundation, and the spiritual pressure fluctuation can even reach around [9] or [10]..."

"This person's combat power is only [Five], which shows how weak the cultivators in this world are. They are really vulnerable... The Immortal Dynasty spent a lot of spiritual resources to send the three of us down. It's really a bit of a waste."

"According to Zhao Nu's intention, I alone can sweep across this world!"

The white-haired old woman was somewhat dissatisfied: "Be careful with your words! After all, this is the hometown of our ancestors. How can you be so rude?"

"Back then, this place was able to produce a peerless genius like [Lord Tianfu], so how could we know there wouldn't be any outstanding people like him now?"

"Have you forgotten the woman that Ying Shigui mentioned, who was equal to him in beauty just by her Nascent Soul cultivation?"

"This peerless genius, who can defeat a pseudo-God-Transformation cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, is a true descendant of a major power even in the Immortal Realm... If this person were to achieve God-Transformation, he would probably be comparable to a mid-stage God-Transformation cultivator."

The handsome young man named Zhao Nu whispered, "Master Ying Jin is right..."

The tall man named Ying Ba looked dissatisfied. "Aunt, why do you want to boost others' morale and destroy your own prestige? No matter how powerful a genius is, he is still just a bumpkin from the lower realm. How can he be compared with the cultivators of the immortal realm? Besides, the three of us have all reached the perfect state of Divine Transformation. Even if that woman becomes a Divine Transformation, what difference does it make? It will only take a few moves."

The Qigong cultivator saw the three of them chatting as if no one was around, and he couldn't help but get angry. He secretly grabbed the end mechanism of the Purple Thunder Staff with his fingers and said:

"What are you talking about? Back off! Otherwise, don't blame me for turning ruthless..."

Ying Ba sneered and took another step forward.

"boom--"

The Qigong monk no longer held back and directly pulled the trigger. A purple lightning ball containing terrifying energy quickly flew towards the tall man wearing a golden crown.

But Ying Ba just stretched out two fingers and gently pinched the thunder ball. After a moment, his eyebrows raised slightly:

"The killing power of this magical weapon is comparable to that of a mid-stage foundation-building cultivator?"

Immediately, an expression of interest appeared on his face. He first rubbed his fingers together and crushed the thunder ball in his hand. Then, he waved his hand lightly, and the [Purple Thunder Staff] in the Qigong cultivator's hand instantly appeared in Ying Ba's hand.

"Interesting... This small world isn't entirely useless. I never thought the art of mechanical puppetry here has evolved to this point."

"What an ingenious [Spell Circuit]... It clearly doesn't involve the use of any law power, but it manages to [create a training ground within a snail shell], maximizing the spiritual power within the spirit stone and even leveraging the nearby spiritual energy of heaven and earth to create resonance... Otherwise, a mere low-grade spirit stone would never be able to deliver a strike at the level of a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

"Incredible, incredible!"

Ying Ba exclaimed, "What kind of magic genius is this?"

"I underestimated the genius of this world."

The old woman [Ying Jin] who was leaning on a cane suddenly clenched her hand, and the Qigong cultivator was immediately and uncontrollably captured in her palm.

Ying Jin's skinny fingers grabbed the Qigong cultivator's forehead. The Qigong cultivator twitched a few times and suddenly became silent.

The old woman narrowed her eyes after a moment. "This world is truly not that simple... I originally thought that this Qi training cultivator was too low-level and wouldn't know much useful information. I didn't expect to find some interesting memories when searching his soul..."

"The westernmost point of this place is the main gate of the Divine Transformation Sect, the Underworld Corpse Sect. Their Divine Transformation Patriarch, the Virupaksha Lord, is a mid-stage Divine Transformation cultivator... Let's go and test the quality of the Divine Transformation cultivators in this world!"

"Oh?" Ying Ba pulled the handsome young man beside him into his arms, kneading his body. Upon hearing this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly:

"Aunt, Zhaonu, when we meet that Vira corpse master later...don't take any action, let me play with you for a while!"

Zhao Nu's eyes were blurred, and he hummed softly: "My Lord..."

Ying Jin glanced at the handsome young man with disgust, and looked at Ying Ba with a look of disappointment, thinking to himself:

"Ba'er's talent is truly exceptional in our lineage. He had a bright future ahead of him, but he indulged himself in pleasure. Even to such a major event as the Lower Realm, he brought a male lover with him... Alas, I wonder when he'll improve!"

Not long after, the three of them turned into three hidden rays of light, instantly disappeared into the void, and left this place.

----

In the Yin Corpse Hall, in the Nether Corpse Sect

The corpse master of Virūpī was leaning on a throne carved from dark Yin cold jade, his pale and withered fingers holding a blood jade wine glass, which contained the [Nine Yin Blood Wine] brewed with the essence and blood of Yuanying Zhenjun.

Your Highness, twelve female corpses in red are dancing to the music of the underworld. These female corpses were all female cultivators in the Golden Core Realm when they were alive. They were refined into [Beautiful Corpses] by the Corpse Lord Viruo using secret methods. Their skin is as alive as if alive, but there is a hint of death in their eyes.

Although the corpse master Viruo was drinking, his eyes were not focused on the corpses in red. Instead, he was flying into the sky, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Should I ascend or not?"

The Corpse Lord Vira was a cultivator in the middle stage of the Divine Transformation Realm. Hundreds of years ago, when he learned that the great catastrophe of the Immortal Continent was approaching, many of the mid-stage Divine Transformation Heavenly Kings in the world took risks and ascended to the upper realm, but the Corpse Lord Vira was not in a hurry to ascend.

His idea was very simple. Ying Shigui was just a remnant soul that could not reach the fairyland successfully. Even if he reached the fairyland, he might be killed by Xiao Buyi and others in the fairyland, and the threat would be nipped in the bud.

Let's take a step back and say that even if the Divine Cauldron really came down to the mortal world to kill people, as a cultivator in the middle stage of the Divine Cauldron, the worst that could happen is that he could ascend to heaven again at that time!

"Hmph! If the Divine Tripod of the Lower Realm is truly invincible, this corpse master will not be so foolish as to stay in the Lower Realm and perish with the Taoist sect of this world..."

As for whether he could ascend to heaven under the interception of the Divine Cauldron Transformation God, the Lord of the Virupakshas had never worried about this issue.

He hid in the mountain gate formation. With the formation blocking him, he felt that even if a cultivator from the Cave Heaven Realm took action, he would have enough time to ascend calmly!

As the Virūpā Corpse Lord raised his head and drank the blood wine from his cup, he suddenly felt a violent tremor coming from the mountain-protecting formation outside the hall. The vibration didn't sound like an ordinary attack, but rather like the entire space was being torn apart by some powerful force.

"boom!"

The dome of the entire Yinshi Palace suddenly exploded, and three figures stood in the air stepping on the broken jade.

"You are……"

The pupils of the corpse master Viruo suddenly shrank, and the blood jade cup in his hand exploded into powder.

"Where is my mountain protection formation?"

"A cultivator from the lower realm, are you worthy enough to ask for my name?"

Ying Ba grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth.

"[Underworld Corpse Sect], right? It seems to be on the list provided by Ying Shigui, and it is also one of the worldly sects suppressing the Immortal Dynasty... Hehe, Lord of the Virupaksha? We, the Immortal Dynasty's envoys, are here to take you in!"