How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

Fortunately, this was the imperial court, and Li Rentu had been repeatedly hinted at and lectured by Emperor Li, so he naturally dared not openly and blatantly attack Li Muyun.

The array trembled with light, and with each prodigy who entered, the array's light suddenly brightened a few degrees.

Li Muyun took a light breath, suppressed his emotions, and stepped into the formation. Instantly, streams of light gathered, and everything before him turned pitch black as the formation's pulsating power surged forth.

As a formation master, he could naturally sense the traversing power of this formation. Although he couldn't accurately determine the distance, this level of formation mastery clearly indicated that it was an extremely high-level traversing formation.

In a few breaths, a faint moonlight appeared before them, and the formation had completed the teleportation.

Li Muyun opened his eyes and looked around at the desolate and dilapidated village.

A bright crescent moon hung overhead, its shape like a smile, emitting a faint, serene light, yet for no reason, it aroused a sense of disgust in him.

The moonlight, however, was not bright and dazzling; instead, it felt somewhat dirty to him, its halo resembling the stark whiteness of bone, which sent a chill down his spine.

The moon hung brightly overhead, as if smiling at people, a wicked smile that seemed to see right through them.

Li Muyun stepped on the soft, damp soil, his brows furrowed, and walked forward under the moonlight, his aura rising steadily, his sword intent gathering momentum.

They had already been teleported to the territory of the Yangshen Temple's lair.

An eerie atmosphere permeated the area, and the remnants of the Yangshen Temple could launch an attack at any moment.

Although the experts above the Nascent Soul stage were surrounded by Li Rentu and Master Xuanzang using magic weapons, the Nascent Soul stage experts were still unrestricted.

Li Muyun is currently at the second stage of the Nascent Soul realm. With the support of his treasures, he has a good chance of winning against ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators. However, he would definitely struggle against peak Nascent Soul cultivators or geniuses from the Yang God Palace.

As Li Muyun approached, the village in the distance gradually came into full view.

At the entrance of the village, a dead sycamore tree with gnarled roots and hollow branches oozes a foul-smelling liquid that drips onto the ground, landing on a broken stone tablet. The tablet is half corroded and weathered, and the characters on it are illegible, except for one upside-down "福" (fortune/blessing).

Although it is written with the character for "good fortune," the yin energy seems to deepen.

Holding the Devouring Creation Sword, a faint golden light flowed around Li Muyun as he carefully entered the village, activating the Vajra Mantra.

The first house that came into view, through the weathered and tattered gauze window, you could vaguely see two playful figures, their ambiguous presence enhanced by the candlelight, giving them a lifelike quality.

After pondering for a moment, Li Muyun walked towards the house. However, as soon as he reached the gate, the light of his sword was already irrepressible.

The vermilion gate of this house was half open, and the eye sockets of the door god's portrait had been gouged out and replaced with two blood-soaked copper coins.

Even more bizarre is the mirror hanging above the door. The bronze mirror, which should have been used to ward off evil spirits, is covered with mold and reflects a dark, empty figure.

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Muyun unleashed a sword light that crashed down like a new moon emerging from its sheath, shattering the gate. The two gate guardians let out a mournful cry and gushed out foul-smelling blood.

Having succeeded in his attack, Li Muyun stepped straight into the house, his expression wary, trying to find the two figures that had appeared earlier.

The people who could be seen from the outside seemed to have vanished into thin air. Stepping into the courtyard, one could see that the village was completely deserted from the outside.

The ashes in the stove were still warm, and the old rice in the rice jar carried the fresh fragrance of new rice.

Li Muyun unleashed his divine sense, activating his Nascent Soul Realm, instantly illuminating the surrounding darkness and exposing the evil spirits.

The anomaly was soon discovered at a well at the back of the courtyard.

Li Muyun snorted coldly, took a step forward, activated his true essence, and released the immortal power of a cultivator without reservation, shattering many strange objects around him.

If it were an ordinary person, walking in such a supernatural place, they would probably be scared out of their wits. But he was a Nascent Soul cultivator, and his mind was so firm. How could he let such evil spirits disturb his mind?

Li Muyun lightly touched the ground with his toes and flew straight to the well. The well rope had long since rotted away.

The wellhead stone edge is covered with scratch marks, and brown substances have settled in the grooves of varying depths.

My spiritual senses are surging and pulsating; this place must be a gathering place for demons and evil spirits.

As Li Muyun lightly touched the well rope with the tip of his sword, the rotten hemp rope suddenly taut, and the sound of an iron chain being dragged came from the bottom of the well.

The moment the moonlight slanted in, the well water, which was like stagnant, decaying water, suddenly rippled, not reflecting the moonlight, but revealing hundreds of overlapping human faces.

Boom!

The power of thunder surged from his palm, and the undulating arcs of electricity coalesced into a fist, which he slammed into the rotten well water.

Numerous cries of agony erupted as the hundreds of faces, which had been contorted with sorrow and were about to tear Li Muyun apart, suddenly cried out in pain under the palm strike and quickly emerged from the pool.

Seeing the hundreds of human faces suddenly coalesce and try to escape, Li Muyun shouted loudly, his palm lightning never stopping.

"You charlatans, remnants of the Yangshen Temple! Die!"

boom!

The hundreds of faces were struck by the palm lightning again, and a golden protective light emerged, which was the unique Yang God Light of the Yang God Temple.

Upon seeing this, Li Muyun was overjoyed. After traveling all this way, he had finally encountered the remnants of the Yangshen Temple.

To him, these remnants of the Yangshen Temple were prey. Only by killing them could he obtain the soul imprint. His goal was to win the championship!

We cannot let it get away.

Thinking of this, Li Muyun suddenly activated his true essence, his aura surged, and his steps became even more agile and magical as he chased after the Yang God floating in the air.

Yang Shen roared and shrieked repeatedly, trying to get rid of Li Muyun, but Li Muyun's mind was so resolute, and with the protection of the Buddha-Demon Heart, he was completely unmoved.

It shattered the Yang God with a single sword strike, and the power of absorption refined it.

After the Yang God shattered, it transformed into a crystal-clear, dazzling silver mark, which flew into Li Muyun's palm, increasing the number of soul marks by one.

However, after this Yang God was annihilated, the surrounding villages underwent a sudden and dramatic change.

In the once desolate and dilapidated thatched huts, shadowy figures swayed behind the eerie window frames. Looking up, one could see villagers dressed in tattered hemp clothes peering at him from bizarre and unsettling angles.

The next moment, they all rushed over like madmen.

Countless villagers, their blood energy surging, caused crimson patterns to spread beneath their exposed skin, and they lost their minds as they rushed toward Li Muyun.

"Blood Puppet Technique".

Li Muyun's heart sank. This was exactly the trick that the Yangshen Temple liked best: turning living people into corpse puppets for their own use. Many of his fellow disciples in the Sword Pavilion had died from this kind of evil art.

He naturally showed no mercy to such evil creatures, and his sword flashed like rain, crushing the blood puppet piece by piece.

Scattered limbs lay scattered on the ground, and countless blood puppets exploded into a bloody mist.