Immortal cultivation starts with copying.

Just as Chen Yunhao's hand grasped the storage bead, a faint light flashed from it, and it instantly disappeared into Chen Yunhao's body.

Chen Yunhao also froze, completely still as if frozen in place.

The wisp of light, once it entered his body, went straight to his sea of ​​consciousness.

That eerie light was a soul, and it was the invasion of that soul that caused Chen Yunhao's body to lose its control.

However, Chen Yunhao was perfectly clear-headed at this moment, just like a drunk person who was drunk but not intoxicated.

At this moment, Chen Yunhao felt no worry whatsoever; instead, he sneered inwardly.

Isn't this just free food delivered to their doorstep? They're just courting death.

"I have waited for nearly ten thousand years, and Heaven has finally rewarded me!!"

A somewhat hoarse voice echoed in Chen Yunhao's mind.

At this moment, a human-shaped phantom stood in the void within Chen Yunhao's vast sea of ​​consciousness, its face filled with excitement.

Chen Yunhao's sea of ​​consciousness churned, manifesting a phantom image of himself standing not far away.

"Fellow Daoist, with your weak soul, you think you can possess me? Isn't that a bit too frivolous?"

Chen Yunhao had a faint smile on his lips.

"Young man, I was once a peak Celestial Immortal in my previous life. Even though my soul is weak now, there are still some methods that you cannot fathom. Behave yourself and open your mind to avoid the pain of your soul being burned!"

In life, this spirit was the image of a thin old man with a pair of inverted triangular eyes, clearly a treacherous and cunning person.

"Then let me see what you've got up to, senior."

Chen Yunhao chuckled.

He wanted to use this soul to learn more about the small space, otherwise he would have just suppressed it.

"Arrogant... Today I'll show you, a junior, what I've got to do!"

As soon as the thin old man finished speaking, he stretched out his hands and made a series of gestures in the air. Instantly, a faint blood-red color appeared in Chen Yunhao's sea of ​​consciousness.

In the blink of an eye, the crimson color turned into blood mist, and then quickly into waves of blood.

Waves of blood, like a sea of ​​blood, spread toward Chen Yunhao.

“Demon cultivator…!”

Chen Yunhao softly uttered two words.

Below the celestial realm, besides the spirit realm, there is also the demon realm.

The demon lords of the demon realm will eventually ascend to the immortal realm; these people can be called demon immortals.

This was the first time Chen Yunhao had encountered a demonic cultivator since arriving in the Immortal Realm. It seemed that the demonic cultivator was practicing the Crimson Demonic Art, which was the most difficult to deal with.

In reality, if Chen Yunhao encountered a demonic cultivator of the same level, he would probably have to put in some effort.

Don't forget, we're currently in his sea of ​​consciousness, which is the most important place for a cultivator, but also quite fragile.

But Chen Yunhao had a trump card. Not to mention the soul of a celestial being, especially a weakened one, even the soul of a golden immortal entering his sea of ​​consciousness would be gone forever.

Chen Yunhao even felt a little excited, hoping that more situations like this would occur, as it would be of great benefit to him.

As the wave of blood was about to engulf him, Chen Yunhao remained motionless, his hands behind his back.

But behind him appeared a huge phantom, towering into the sky, its oppressive aura as if the true form of the heavens had appeared in the world.

The phantom extended a giant palm and, as if swatting a fly, gently slapped it onto the churning waves of blood.

The blood wave churned violently and receded rapidly, instantly restoring the true form of the soul.

"What... what kind of tricks are you using?!"

The tone of the ghost's words suddenly carried a hint of fear.

"Are you scared? It's too late...!"

Chen Yunhao chuckled again, and the phantom behind him was the spirit of the artifact.

The spirit of the artifact exists between reality and illusion, possesses extraordinary power, and is the natural nemesis of all souls.

The soul before us, by some terrible coincidence, has stumbled upon us and can become nourishment for the artifact spirit, thus enhancing its strength.

The spirit of the artifact transformed into a giant hand, which lifted it up as if it were an ant.

The soul remained motionless, as if terrified. It wasn't that it didn't want to move, but rather that its body was completely immobilized in the face of absolute power and pressure.

The gaunt old man's soul watched helplessly as the spirit of the artifact shoved it into his mouth, and at the last moment, he finally let out a miserable scream.

Its cries were filled with resentment. It had waited bitterly for ten thousand years, and was about to be reborn, but it never expected this outcome.

The scene then shifted, and the next moment, Chen Yunhao appeared in the Kaitian Palace.

"Senior, have you discovered any useful information?"

Chen Yunhao glanced at the spirit that was smacking its lips.

"This person is indeed a demonic cultivator and an alchemist; he does possess quite a few ancient pill formulas…!"

The spirit said with a smile.

"That's good……!"

As long as there is something to gain, he and the spirit are inseparable. Before long, the spirit will compile this information and send it to him.

"Senior, do you think it's still necessary to preserve this small space?"

The spirit absorbed all the memories of that soul and knew that small space best.

"Let the Qiankun Tree devour it; it's already begun to break down, there's no need to repair it!"

The spirit slowly shook its head.

If such a small space were to be repaired, it would require a considerable amount of space and materials, but Chen Yunhao happens to have plenty of space. Keeping a dilapidated space would be a real waste.

Chen Yunhao nodded, and with a flash, he returned to the courtyard of the small space.

He glanced at the scattered bones and shook his head. Even a powerful immortal could not escape death.

The storage bead was still lying on the ground, and Chen Yunhao reached out and picked it up again.

Only then did they realize that it was not a storage bead at all, but a soul-stabilizing bead disguised as a storage bead.

It allows the soul to reside within the Soul-Stabilizing Pearl for countless years, ensuring it will not dissipate even after tens of thousands of years.

This was quite a treasure, so Chen Yunhao put it away without thinking.

This kind of thing is rare on the market, especially the Soul-Stabilizing Bead, which can be used by immortals and is of a higher grade.

This thing cannot be refined by ordinary immortals; only a few ghost immortals have the means to refine it.

Chen Yunhao once saw one in a weapon-refining shop, and it was priced at over five thousand immortal stones.

Next, Chen Yunhao pushed open the fourth door, inside which lay the skeleton of a demonic beast.

Clearly, this must be the spirit pet of that fallen immortal. With the death of its master, the spirit pet naturally perished as well.

Chen Yunhao approached and took a closer look. It appeared to be a powerful demonic ape, about four or five zhang long, with huge, silvery-white bones. Clearly, this demonic beast had reached the realm of immortal beasts in its previous life.

Despite the passage of ten thousand years, the beast's bones remain hard, making them excellent materials for crafting weapons.

So Chen Yunhao put it away, thinking he could resell it later for a few thousand immortal stones!