How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

After Li Muyun emerged from the Void Immortal's Mansion, his brows were furrowed, and the faint aura emanating from his mind grew increasingly weak, like a dim candle flame flickering weakly on his chest.

This aura was the guiding energy from the Void True Immortal's abode, resonating with him in the darkness, and was identical to his master's aura. That power of emptiness from the Void True Immortal was simply impossible to fake.

When Li Muyun first entered the mansion, he did not sense this aura. At that time, these people had already surrounded his master's mansion, and his master did not react at all.

This seems extremely abnormal. If it were according to Master's usual temperament, he would have annihilated them all with a single finger.

He still remembered the first time he met his master. His master was full of immortal power, his aura was fierce and strong, domineering and incomparable, and he had an inviolable authority. How could he allow such a petty person to be so presumptuous?

Judging from the current situation, Master has probably suffered some kind of misfortune.

After he eliminated all the external threats, his master's remaining aura seemed to stop hiding and join him, guiding him to the immortal abode.

As if responding to Li Muyun's thoughts, the wisp of energy leaped in Li Muyun's arms for a moment before pointing towards the distant horizon.

Li Muyun was startled and looked into the distance. As far as he could see, he could hardly see that area, which was far away at the other end of the Blood Pool battlefield.

After a long while, he flew out of the void immortal palace and saw Nightingale and Zhu Jiutong guarding outside the blood pool.

Nightingale's previously listless eyes suddenly lit up when she saw Li Muyun appear, revealing a smile as she approached him.

Zhu Jiutong snapped out of his reverie, stepped forward, and asked.

"How is Brother Li?"

Li Muyun sighed softly, his doubts growing stronger.

There have been too many sudden changes, including the anomalies in the Demon Spirit Battlefield and the Death Spirit Battlefield, and now my master has suddenly disappeared.

"The situation is not good. Master's presence is not here; it is extremely faint and hidden far away on the horizon..."

Zhu Jiutong paused for a moment, a hint of worry showing on his face.

"So, Brother Li, what are your plans?"

“My master has been kind to me beyond measure. No matter how dangerous this journey may be, I must go and find my master’s whereabouts. Let us part ways here. There are many opportunities in this Necromancer… Demon Spirit Battlefield. You two should go and explore it more. You will surely gain something.”

Li Muyun's gaze drifted into the distance, looking at the thick, blood-red fog that seemed impossible to dispel, his brows furrowed.

This battlefield of the dead is teeming with ferocious creatures, and experts above the Nascent Soul stage are not allowed to enter. Yet, countless experts above the Nascent Soul stage are buried in this land.

The master's aura was hidden almost at the other end of the Blood Pool battlefield. Such a large-scale transfer across the area inevitably involved encountering many undead spirits who would cause trouble. The level of danger was no less than that time when he forcibly broke into the Tower of the Dead.

Moreover, the most troublesome one is the Void True Immortal. Although Master is a spirit, his cultivation is extraordinary and his aura is extremely strong. His fate is still unpredictable.

call!

Li Muyun slowly exhaled, putting aside the many speculations in his mind, his expression resolute.

Now that his master's remnant soul had come to him, he naturally couldn't sit idly by. No matter how difficult it was, he had to go.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jiutong seemed to be deep in thought, and he could roughly understand the danger that Li Muyun had mentioned.

When Li Muyun entered, he didn't just wait there. Instead, he carefully studied the Blood Cave Immortal Abode. Combined with Li Muyun's immortal techniques, he had a rough idea of ​​Li Muyun's master.

If I could help someone like that, it would not only deepen my relationship with Li Muyun...

"Hahaha... Brother Li, what are you saying? To be able to meet someone like you is an unparalleled blessing. In ancient times, to meet immortals and visit famous mountains, one had to wear worn-out shoes and go barefoot, enduring frost and dew. How arduous it was! Today, to be able to emulate that is truly wonderful."

Zhu Jiutong's mind cleared, the troubled look on his face vanished, and he smiled broadly.

Nightingale, who was standing to the side, didn't think too much about it. Her eyes were always on Li Muyun. When she heard that Li Muyun was going to go on an adventure, she naturally agreed.

This man is so powerful and loyal; he's really pleasing to the eye...

Nightingale was driven purely by curiosity and a flutter in her heart, wanting to learn more about and interact with Li Muyun.

If they were to encounter such wicked figures along the way, and both perished, it would still be considered a romantic tale...

Thinking of this, the nightingale chuckled to herself.

Li Muyun sighed, thinking that the two of them had overestimated themselves, believing that they had many tricks up their sleeves and could protect them if something happened.

"Gentlemen, this is the battlefield of the dead, filled with ferocious creatures. A slight mistake could lead to your death and annihilation. Please be careful."

He didn't want the two of them to act impulsively and blindly go ahead.

He'd be fine if he died, but dragging the two of them down with him would leave him with a guilty conscience even as a ghost.

“Oh, Brother Li, what are you saying? It’s just a worthless life, so be it if it dies… I can give up anything except money and valuables.”

Zhu Jiutong chuckled a few times, waved his hand with a flourish, displaying a rather carefree and unrestrained demeanor.

He's a real money-lover, treating money as his very essence. But people like that are also quite interesting and worthy of deep friendship...

Li Muyun understood and said nothing more, only turning his head to look at Nightingale.

Nightingale was staring intently at Li Muyun, as if she wanted to see him clearly from head to toe.

Suddenly, Li Muyun's gaze fell upon her. Despite her usual domineering demeanor, her heart skipped a beat when she met his deep, bright eyes.

His usually irritable and straightforward mouth trembled slightly for a moment before he stammered.

"I'm fine with anything..."

After hearing this, Li Muyun stopped looking at it and simply nodded, sighing helplessly.

"Alright, since you two insist on going, I can't forcibly stop you. Let's set off together."

"Alright, I feel most at ease traveling with Brother Li."

Zhu Jiutong smiled as he watched his companions set off.

The two walked ahead, one after the other, gradually moving in the direction Li Muyun had indicated.

Nightingale followed behind the two, but unusually, her gaze did not linger on Li Muyun. Instead, she stared at the bloodstains on the ground, her brows furrowed, as if she were deep in thought.

If any Haotian Sect disciple witnessed this scene, they would surely be dumbfounded, yet they would cover their mouths and dare not utter a sound.

Even the nightingale, usually so unrestrained and energetic, has moments of quiet contemplation.

At this moment, her heart was filled with turbulent emotions because of the eye contact she had just exchanged with Li Muyun.

This was the first time that someone as carefree as her had been so moved, and she felt a strange, indescribable feeling, as if she had to exert a lot of effort to speak.

This illusion truly made her cheeks burn and her mind a jumble of thoughts. It took her a long time before she hurried forward to catch up with the two people walking away.