Practice begins with immortality

Xiyunzhou, also known as Xizhou, has been a land of demonic influence since ancient times. Its cultivators often act without principles or boundaries, willing to do anything that offers them profit. In this land, morality and ethics are often cast aside, and the law of the jungle prevails.

Somewhere in Xizhou, there is a gloomy and terrifying place called the Forest of Bones.

This was the gathering place of demon cultivators, full of evil and darkness. However, now this place has become unusually quiet, without any trace of people.

It seems that all the demon cultivators here have left, but strangely, they did not take anything away. All the facilities and resources are left here intact.

"The last one." Wang Bai murmured softly, holding his long sword and swinging it at the last demon cultivator here. The demon cultivator's eyes were dull, as if he had lost his soul, and he didn't react at all.

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Half a month later, two figures appeared near the Bone Forest. Walking side by side, they flew towards the former demonic cultivation camp. Their faces were gaunt, like skeletons, giving them a rather eerie appearance. They were both deacons of the Demon Shadow Sect, responsible for patrolling the area and collecting offerings from the various markets.

The cave in the center of the market town.

"Fellow Daoist Cao, this is this year's offering." A slightly plump middle-aged man produced a storage bag and handed it to one of the elders, surnamed Cao. Deacon Cao took the bag with a satisfied smile on his face. He opened the bag, carefully examined the items inside, and nodded in approval.

"Well, not bad, quite decent." Deacon Cao said lightly.

"In that case, we won't bother you anymore." Another deacon stood up and the two turned and left.

After the two left, they were on the road.

Deacon Cao shook his head slightly and muttered to himself, "This Fatty Yu is really getting richer and richer. It seems that he has made some illicit fortune. This year's offerings are surprisingly generous."

"Really? But I think this market is a bit deserted. It doesn't seem like a place with a lot of money." Another old man said with some doubt.

"Never mind him. We still have to go to several other markets to collect tributes. Those people are really cunning." The old man surnamed Cao said coldly.

In the memories of the elder surnamed Cao and the other elder, the man before them seemed to be surnamed Yu, and they had some acquaintance. However, he could not recall much more, and it seemed unnecessary to do so. Their friendship was not deep, merely a matter of business dealings. Therefore, they did not pay much attention to this man surnamed Yu, only occasionally thinking of him.

When the two flew out of the market, they happened to look at the street below: they saw figures flashing on the street, and it seemed that there were quite a few people, but there was no sound.

However, the two did not find it strange. After all, the things done by demon practitioners were strange, and they had seen stranger things than this.

After the two left, the entire market began to change: the streets, once bustling with people, were now deserted and cold; even the bustling places within the market, such as casinos and brothels, became incomparably quiet, with not a single sound to be heard. If someone looked closely, they would find some bloodstains.

On the other side, Wang Bai, who had previously transformed into a middle-aged man, has returned to his original appearance.

"It seems that for a long time, no one from the nearby forces will notice the abnormality here." Wang Bai thought to himself.

Half a year ago, Wang Bai came to Xizhou and directly occupied the market here.

With his current strength, it would be easy for him to kill a group of low-level monks silently.

At this moment, there was no other living person in the market except Wang Bai.

Afterwards, Wang Bai controlled the formation to hide the market, and to the outside world it looked like an ordinary small market.

"Well, in this way, no one can discover the abnormality unless it is a Nascent Soul cultivator with powerful spiritual awareness." Looking at all this, Wang Bai said with satisfaction.

This will be his base from now on.

Wang Bai thought to himself, "This place is remote, and generally, high-level cultivators rarely pass by. Even if a Nascent Soul cultivator did pass by, it would be impossible for him to constantly release his spiritual sense to scan the surroundings. After all, this would consume a lot of mana and energy, and no Nascent Soul cultivator would do that."

Afterwards, Wang Bai hid in this place and practiced here. Of course, he would also go out and kill monks.