How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

Li Muyun, being the last to arrive, was the first to sense the extremely fierce aura and the bloody wind, which made his scalp tingle.

Under the blue-faced demon's claws, life seemed to freeze, and the aura of death and depravity enveloped them, instantly freezing their minds and making it difficult to function or resist.

In his haste, the Devouring Creation Sword behind Li Muyun suddenly unleashed its ferocious power, its devouring force roaring out.

The necromantic energy they had previously absorbed and refined burst forth, transforming into countless pure and incomparably clear sword beams that hummed and snaked into sword dragons that charged forward.

The moment the sword dragon was released, the blue-faced ghost claw was stunned for a moment. Instead of grabbing Li Muyun, it grabbed the sword dragons instead.

A hint of joy flickered across the dark, terrifying face of the Green-Faced Ghost King as he swallowed the sword dragons whole, thoroughly satisfied.

This delicious and pure energy is truly a great tonic!

Then, his gaze toward Li Muyun grew even more intense, and he stretched out two blue-faced demon claws to grab at Li Muyun.

When Li Muyun turned around and saw this scene, he was filled with even more fear and dread.

This ghostly creature actually devoured his swordsmanship.

The gap between the two sides is simply too large.

Li Muyun dared not linger. He skillfully wove array formations with his fingertips, creating array patterns that attached themselves to his body. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept towards the stair railing.

He only regretted not having two more legs, which prevented him from running at high speed. Behind him were hordes of blood demons, and if he was not careful, he would fall into their mouths and be devoured.

Seeing the Green-Faced Ghost eating so happily, the three Blood Demons in the distance suddenly accelerated, bursting into streaks of blood mist and rushing over, eager to have a full meal.

We can't let them escape with such delicious food.

Fortunately, the palace was indeed large, and the stair railing was located near the treasure vase, so only one blue-faced demon was able to quickly capture the three of them.

But the Green-Faced Ghost, having tasted the power of Li Muyun devouring the Sword Dragon, discovered a food far more delicious than the three blood dishes. For a time, he simply followed behind Li Muyun and did not kill him.

Li Muyun was filled with shock and anger; he had actually become a spirit medium for a blood demon.

This devouring power released the necromantic energy previously absorbed from the outside world. It was of extremely high quality and, after purification, was pure and overflowing, making it delicious to the green-faced ghost. As a result, the ghost was reluctant to kill Li Muyun.

The two had already boarded the escalator and gone up to the second floor. The other three blood demons roared as if condemning the blue-faced ghost for being useless and letting the blood prey escape.

Seeing this, the green-faced demon no longer held back and suddenly spat out several mouthfuls of gray mist, sprinkling it onto Li Muyun's divine sense.

This gray mist, carrying boundless hatred and ferocity, transformed the blood and flesh of the Thousand-Faced Demon into countless resentful ghostly figures, howling and roaring incessantly, crashing into his soul. It was as if a hundred ghosts had entered his body, causing excruciating pain as if they were devouring his brainstem.

The green-faced ghost behind him beamed with joy and strode forward, trying to grab Li Muyun's hand.

Li Muyun bit his tongue hard, and the Buddha-Demon Heart and the old monk exerted their power together, causing golden light to explode and transform into thousands of golden rays to dispel the hundred ghosts.

With his last ounce of strength, he quickly touched the steps and leaped up to the second floor.

The blue-faced ghost's ghostly hand followed closely, slamming into the second-floor staircase. The staircase suddenly emitted a cloud of mist, crashing heavily into the blue-faced ghost.

The green-faced demon's massive body suddenly lurched, and he fell backward, smashing many rare treasures.

Li Muyun knelt at the entrance to the second floor, his forehead soaked with cold sweat, and his back was covered in cold sweat. His white robe was torn, revealing three bluish-gray claw marks, which were from the powerful gust of wind from the green-faced ghost's claws.

"Brother Li, are you alright?"

"Thanks to you..."

The two quickly gathered around and inquired about Li Muyun's condition.

That blue-faced demon king was truly terrifying; his blood energy was surging, and his figure was horrifying. Just looking at him from afar would send chills down one's spine.

The two were only concerned with running away as fast as they could. In this life-or-death situation, it was a matter of life and death if they were slow. They had no time to think about anything else.

Li Muyun was the strongest and could have rushed ahead of the two of them, but he resolutely chose to stay behind, which touched the hearts of the two of them.

"I'm fine, let's keep going. This second level shouldn't be as dangerous as the first one."

After a brief moment of meditation, Li Muyun stood up, pushed open the door to the second floor, and walked inside.

The two followed behind Li Muyun, their expressions complex, and followed him step by step into the second level.

The decorations on the towering pillars on the second floor depict scenes of misty clouds, boats, and ancient mirrors, with figures whose faces are indistinct swirling around, as if telling a story of the past and present.

Li Muyun was extremely vigilant, stepping one step at a time onto the cold mirror, and suddenly pulled back the curtain in front of him.

The second-floor hall is much emptier than the first floor, with no other miscellaneous displays, only a mirror under the curtain.

The mirror moved without wind, its smooth surface shimmering with a faint, eerie light. It captured the three people, and their every move was suddenly reflected in the mirror, as if they were being swallowed up by it.

The mirror surface rippled in layers, like the shimmering moonlight, emitting a boundless, ethereal light, like a sigh or a soft laugh.

"careful!"

Li Muyun only had time to shout once before the three of them transformed into a hazy, ethereal light, each seeing a different scene before their eyes.

……

The emperor of the Sun Moon Empire held the infant Zhu Jiutong in his arms, his eyes filled with loving affection. Before him were various objects: books, an imperial sword, silk threads, abacus, and copper coins...

This was a lottery system used by the Sun and Moon Empire to test a child's character and future career choices. Zhu Jiutong, still half-asleep in his swaddling clothes, crawled resolutely toward the copper coin.

Zhu Jiutong trembled, instinctively realizing that this was his own illusion, and what was flashing before him were his own life memories.

Upon seeing this, the Emperor of the Sun and Moon Empire frowned deeply. Zhu Jiutong, still in his swaddling clothes, fell to the ground with a thud, leaving behind only one sentence.

"Those who merely maintain the status quo are not the kind of people who can conquer the world; they are stubborn and unruly individuals who will simply sit back and enjoy the fruits of others' labor!"

Zhu Jiutong's brows furrowed tightly, and a hint of bloodlust and despair slowly surfaced on his face.

The images in his mind began to swirl again, and Zhu Jiutong fell silent.

"Father...is that really what you said?"

Scenes, like smoke and illusion, drifted and shrouded in mist, suddenly squeezed into his consciousness.

Finally, the focus settled on a Sun and Moon Coin, which became scalding hot, burning his thighs until they turned bright red.

"You can't even learn the basic sword techniques, you've completely disgraced the Zhu family!"

The emperor's roar exploded in my ears.

Zhu Jiutong suddenly opened his eyes and found himself kneeling in the hall of the Sun and Moon Immortal Palace, where the incomparably majestic Sun and Moon Emperor roared and howled.

The eight figures lined up beside him were his brothers and sisters.

"Your son... Your son really can't learn it!"

His voice was choked with sobs, but his hand was tightly clutching the Sun and Moon Coin in his arms.