How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

As Li Muyun walked on the border of this village, a surge of emotions welled up in his heart.

This is no longer the world of the living; it's as if he's been brought to the underworld.

This Yangshen Temple has lost all human form; it is utterly depraved, annihilating humankind and instead indulging in pleasure with ghosts, completely devoid of any human behavior.

How could perfectly healthy human cultivators possibly tolerate such an environment, turning this village into a hellish and extremely evil place?

No wonder you can't cultivate into a Yang spirit. Instead of reflecting on your situation, you're just a bunch of people from the underworld. How can you possibly cultivate there?

When Li Muyun kicked open the blood-stained skull in front of the ancestral hall again, he couldn't help but mutter curses to himself.

The lair of the Yangshen Temple, if not brimming with divine yang energy, should at least have some divine aura, but this once peaceful village has become like this.

Giving it to him would be disgusting.

He wished he could capture a few remnants of the Yangshen Temple and torture them to death.

Upon entering the ancestral hall, one finds a twisted and disfigured corpse lying on the ground, its organs removed and arranged in various bizarre shapes, resembling some kind of sinister ritual.

The bronze bells hanging in the ancestral hall jingled, and a faint, hoarse whisper drifted out, stirring waves in Li Muyun's heart.

Li Muyun grew increasingly agitated; this cryptic search was what troubled him most.

Along the way, they were disgusted by the various inhumane acts of the Yangshen Temple.

The Devouring Creation Sword ceased its elaborate display, its three-foot blade whistling out, unleashing a series of winding sword dragons that crashed into a phantom image enshrined in the ancestral hall.

The illusory figure was ethereal and elusive, seemingly without substance, yet it radiated a dark and eerie light, terrifying and sinister. What was most frightening was that it was imbued with divinity, making it both strange and majestic.

"Insolence! You filthy and lowly junior, how dare you lay a hand on the great Yang God!"

Just as the sword dragon was about to crash into the statue, the bronze bell hanging in the ancestral hall rang out, and a black dragon aura rushed out, colliding with the sword light.

A golden light shone brightly, and a powerful and condensed Yang God body emerged from the bronze bell, its brows furrowed with anger, its voice resounding with might.

Li Muyun smiled. In this extremely gloomy and dilapidated place, seeing a living person was already a great surprise.

Not to mention it was a large fish at the Nascent Soul stage.

"You brats, how dare you invade my Yangshen Land! Aren't you tired of living? Who are you? Who authorized you to come here!"

Seeing that Li Muyun was not afraid but laughed instead, the Yang God became even more furious and roared repeatedly.

Li Muyun smiled, staring blankly at the Yang God before him.

This Yang God's body was like a gilded body, covered in golden light, its majesty was hard to fathom, a stark contrast to the gloomy scene they had encountered along the way.

Yet it is in this yin-heavy place that such yang spirits are nurtured and worshipped.

Thinking of this, his heart skipped a beat, as if he were getting closer to some truth.

Could it be that the cultivators of the Yangshen Palace temper their Yangshen in this way?

"Young man! I'm asking you a question! Why don't you speak!"

Seeing that Li Muyun remained silent, the Yang God couldn't help but feel even more angry.

The power of the Yang God continued to surge and expand, and the range of his divine sense continued to expand, yet he still did not make a move against the person in front of him.

Li Muyun's composure made him somewhat suspicious; how could a mere Nascent Soul cultivator dare to venture deep into his ancestral hall?

The seven or eight things lying on the ground are the blood food of the Nascent Soul. He has refined and devoured them all. Can't he see that?

He could also sense the battle aura emanating from the powerful figures above. The aura of countless magical treasures in the sky surged, sweeping away all his fellow disciples above the Nascent Soul stage.

He was filled with doubt and uncertainty, and huddled in the ancestral hall, not daring to make any rash moves.

Only after the great formation in the sky reformed did they dare to investigate the traces with lingering fear.

Unexpectedly, he was captured as soon as he appeared. Looking at the Nascent Soul cultivator in front of him, although his realm was low, it was well-developed and refined, clearly not an ordinary cultivator.

The brief encounter left both of them deep in thought, constantly scrutinizing each other.

Li Muyun felt that this place was really strange, quite different from the Yang God, and he felt a little strange.

He had dealt with the Yangshen Temple many times, but he knew very little about it.

Aside from the fact that this is a demonic sect whose main purpose is to cultivate the Yang Spirit, I don't seem to know much else.

After a moment of contemplation, he finally spoke in response:

"The Temple of the Sun God, why is it in a place like this?"

Yang Shen suddenly stiffened, staring at Li Muyun before him, his patience completely exhausted.

Moreover, its divine sense scan just now did not detect any trace of other cultivators in the vicinity.

That cultivator in front of me is truly fearless!

Thinking of this, almost simultaneously, both of them unleashed their full power and released deadly attacks at each other.

The sword light of the Devouring Creation Sword in Li Muyun's hand was extremely fierce, its cold light flickering and its devouring power was immense, directly blasting towards the brilliant Yang God.

The Yang God froze, let out a cold snort, and the boundless crimson power in his hand exploded, condensing into a blood-red cinnabar brush.

"Ignorant brat, now I'll show you the power of the Yang God!"

Suddenly, that ray of Yang God shone with golden light, as dazzling as the sun, and countless golden rays emanated from it, transforming into an incomparably majestic golden statue.

Adorned with a map of mountains and rivers, wearing a tall hat with nine stars on his head, and holding a cinnabar pen, he looked exactly like a judge of the city.

This sudden change instantly caused the entire ancestral hall to tremble and tremble, as if it had been transformed into a City God Temple.

Li Muyun's sword light was crushed by an invisible force in mid-air.

The aura of the City God Judge grew increasingly powerful and solid, his body towering tall. The once majestic Yang God suddenly materialized, and with the City God's presence, his combat power surged dramatically.

Li Muyun's heart skipped a beat, and a look of seriousness appeared on his face.

A voice rang in my mind.

"Oh? A Yang God borrowing a path? This demon is quite interesting. He can even borrow the body of a judge. Hehe, kid Li, you're in for a rough time now."

The Rabbit God in his consciousness rubbed his sleepy eyes, and as soon as he opened them, he saw the formidable enemy in front of Li Muyun, and he seemed to be gloating.

Before Li Muyun could refute, Rabbit God casually added.

"However, if you can kill this demon, it will likely be of great benefit to your understanding of humanity and the Tao."

With a wave of his sleeve, the City God Judge wrote a huge character for "death" in the air with his judge's pen. Suddenly, all the candles on the offering table turned blue, and eerie white bone shadows swirled out.

Just as the City God judge was about to write down Li Muyun's birth date and time, the cinnabar pen trembled and shattered.

Before he could even be surprised, Li Muyun quickly activated the Indestructible Vajra Mantra, and layers of golden ripples spread out to block the white bone ghost claws that were rushing towards him.

"Hahaha, this little demon actually dared to write your birth date and time. Luckily, his skills aren't up to par, otherwise he would probably be scattered to the winds by now."