How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

"No, this place is becoming increasingly gloomy. The time is wrong; it has obviously sped up by four hours, skipping the Shen and You hours."

As Li Muyun walked through this ancient village, his expression suddenly changed. He had been keeping track of the time, but when he entered this Yin-Yang Village, it seemed as if time had suddenly sped up.

Upon hearing this, Xie Xian'er's expression turned cold. She quickly activated her energy to comprehend the situation, and a look of bewilderment appeared on her face.

Only the young princess sneered upon hearing this, looked at Li Muyun, and scoffed disdainfully.

"Don't make a fuss. Some places have fields that can interfere with a cultivator's divine sense. You don't even know that?"

Li Muyun paid little attention to it, but looked up at the darkening sky. The setting sun, like blood, was rapidly falling, and in its place was a crescent moon, like a smile.

As soon as the new moon appeared, the atmosphere of the sky suddenly changed, becoming bright and clear, but a cold, howling wind began to blow.

From all directions, through the gaps in the blood-red cypress branches and through the ancient, dilapidated village windows, gusts of cold wind blew against everyone, sending shivers down their spines.

Without a sound, an extremely thick and sinister aura rose up, filled with resentment, and gathered here.

This resentment is completely different from the deathly aura of the underworld. The resentment of the living and the dead converge here, creating a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere, like a ferocious beast watching intently from the shadows, yet without revealing its claws.

This kind of unknown fear is the most terrifying.

Both Li Muyun and Xie Xian'er are Nascent Soul cultivators, with more acute senses, and they clearly felt the flow of resentment in the air.

The young princess, who was only at the Martial Core realm, naturally had a weaker spiritual sense than a cultivator. She could only feel the chilling wind blowing, which made her feel a little panicked.

The eerie wind seemed to penetrate her body, lingering for a long time before crawling out and reaching the back of her head, gently caressing her back, buttocks, and legs—her entire body felt as if a person were hanging from it.

This feeling of horror shocked her, and her face gradually turned pale.

She could see that the two people beside her were looking normal and surveying their surroundings. She stubbornly maintained her composure, ignoring their resentment and putting on a calm and unharmed expression.

This must be a hallucination. Don't scare yourself. There aren't that many ghosts and monsters out there.

Even if there are ghosts and monsters, they will never come after me. My father is the Emperor of the Sun and Moon, and I, the princess, carry the blood of the Emperor. How could ghosts and monsters dare to get close to me?

It's definitely not a ghost. Believe in yourself, believe in yourself!

The young princess's face turned pale. She kept encouraging herself in her heart, and only then did she calm down and not make a sound.

"My resentment has deepened. Could it be the work of this strange moon?"

With a thought, Li Muyun's energy surged, and the two Heavenly Creation Divine Swords on his back hummed as he drew from their sheaths, staring blankly at the crescent moon in the sky.

The moon's energy is yin, harboring evil and nurturing spirits. The fact that it shines exclusively on this place suggests that something very strange is hidden here.

The moon shrieked, a thick fog suddenly rose, and the pale, indifferent light became weak and thin. Wisps of cold, bleak fog blew in, quietly entwining the minds of everyone.

The thick fog was icy and bleak, as if it were seeping into the cultivator's body, instantly causing a chill.

The youngest princess, who was the weakest among them, gritted her teeth and couldn't help but shiver a few times. She hugged her arms and cowered, trying to warm her body by channeling her inner energy.

But under the cover of this thin, cold fog, all efforts were in vain, and the chill in their hearts and minds grew ever stronger, as if it had seeped into their very bones.

"Be careful, the fog is so thick that visibility is poor. Don't stray too far from me..."

Li Muyun glanced at the thick fog and then looked at the young princess to the side.

Although this young princess is arrogant, spoiled, and sharp-tongued, she is ultimately the daughter of her superior, and it is not an option to leave her unattended.

"rustle……"

Just as the young princess was shivering from the cold, a faint, cold voice rang in her ears.

Just as the young princess was in a panic and hurriedly tried to turn around to check,

Suddenly, an eight-clawed vengeful ghost appeared before my eyes. The ghost was dead in a miserable state, with its head crooked and eyes slanted. There was a four-inch-long old wound on its forehead that pierced through its ugly face and cut open its brain, where grayish-white matter could be vaguely seen.

The hideous ghost floated right in front of the young princess, almost touching her face.

boom!

Fear instantly spread through the young princess's mind, and her terror surged to its peak in an instant, shattering her mental defenses.

This caused her to have a mental breakdown and become disoriented. Faced with this terrifying ghost, she could only stand there dumbfounded, completely terrified and unable to utter a single word.

Pfft!

As the young princess's face turned bloodshot and her mind trembled, she regained her senses and heard a sword cry. Then, the terrifying ghost's head exploded in front of her.

Red and white fluids spilled all over the ground, and the body slumped down limply.

Li Muyun stood with his sword in hand, glared at her, and continued to fly forward, slaying the fierce ghosts and monsters that appeared around him.

The cold blood splashed onto the young princess's face, and the icy touch on her warm body finally brought her mind back from its previous stiffness and sluggishness.

After catching his breath for a moment, still feeling a bit shaken, his stubborn pride surged up again.

"This princess isn't scared at all. I just didn't have time to help. Who needs your help anyway!"

These words came out again, but the voice was weak and feeble, as if even the speaker didn't believe their own words.

Xie Xian'er, who was following behind Li Muyun, sneered repeatedly, glancing at the still stubborn young princess but ignoring her.

If you had the cultivation strength, it would be believable if you said this, but a weak cultivator who is frightened by a fierce ghost can only be stubborn.

She also broke free from her initial annoyance, realizing that the person in front of her was at best a hothouse flower, incapable of achieving anything significant.

Arguing with such a person would be too humiliating for her, the Immortal Saintess. Even exchanging a few words with him would make her feel ashamed.

Li Muyun drew his two Heavenly Creation Divine Swords one after another, unleashing the power of the sword light and the Emperor's Flame in the Yin-Yang Village, crushing many ghostly creatures that appeared.

"Heaven and earth unite, yin and yang are in harmony, this thought is harmonious, this word is clear, this intention is evident. Return to the spirit and let the thought guide you, depart!"

Li Muyun made a hand seal and performed a spell, his fingers hovering in the void, drawing incantations in the air. This was a technique of law, most adept at tracing origins, and was perfect for this moment.

The runes of the Word of Power lingered in the air for a moment, then quickly found their direction and rushed forward.

In this thick fog, both divine sense and vision are greatly obstructed. One cannot see through the dense fog at a glance. Only by relying on the art of formations can one glimpse a little bit of the scene.

The young princess composed herself and quickly followed the two, glancing around at the thick fog with lingering fear.

She was worried that those strange and vengeful ghosts might suddenly appear and scare her again, because the previous ferocious ghost was so ugly that it had shocked her.

Li Muyun and the others followed the runes toward the center, but as they went, the surrounding fog grew thicker and thicker, and a chill ran through them.

More and more vengeful ghosts emerged from the thick fog.