How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

A chilling wind blew, and thick fog filled the air. Bujie, who was in the best physical condition, rushed to the front, his path cleared by Buddhist light. Behind him, a large blue ox carried several people, all of whom were weak and unable to fight any longer.

After a fierce battle with the combined female ghost, all of them were severely injured, and even with their best efforts, they could not defeat her.

Crossing a vast realm is like an insurmountable chasm. Moreover, in the underworld, a realm of darkness, the merged female ghost has all the advantages, her ghostly energy is inexhaustible, and she can manipulate yin energy at will.

Fortunately, Li Muyun finally exerted all his strength and unleashed his Four-Finger Divine Power once again, defeating the heavily injured fused female ghost and giving everyone a chance to survive.

The group retraced their steps, cutting down and breaking through numerous ghostly figures along the way, before finally escaping the ghostly mountain range.

"Hey you lot, all you do is charge around blindly, and I, the divine bull, have to clean up your messes. Now look what's happened..."

The big blue ox looked resentful, thinking that it had once been the mount of a sage, carrying some kind of heaven-reaching being on its back.

It's one thing for someone like Li Muyun, with his extraordinary background and limitless future, to ride on someone's back, but what are these two little bald monks anyway?

The big blue ox carried the three of them, muttering complaints under its breath, and followed the original path until it finally saw a ghost town in the distance.

A gray-blue hall floated in the air; it was the Wuchang Hall, which had been in chaos during the riots. Now, the Wuchang Hall had returned to calm and exuded an ancient and mysterious aura.

Li Muyun struggled to his feet, his bones shattered, blood gushing out, and his sea of ​​consciousness completely dried up. He forced himself to activate his fourth finger, which nearly cost him his life.

If it weren't for the Boundless Undying Sword in my hand, I'm afraid I would have been defeated this time.

"Don't go to the Hall of Impermanence. The Gray Impermanence technique has a flaw in its operation. If it is still abnormal, you will be courting death."

Li Muyun, barely managing to catch his breath, patted the big blue ox's head.

The big blue ox snorted twice in dissatisfaction, looking sullen. Although it really wanted to get rid of the two bald monks on its back, they had been seriously injured while trying to buy time for Li Muyun.

Well then, once these two regain consciousness, each of them will receive a rare and precious treasure. It would be their honor to have this divine ox carry them.

The big blue ox grunted, feeling much better now, and was about to offer a few words of advice to the fat monk in the distance.

Bu Jie's expression hardened, and the Buddhist light in his hand condensed again as he watched the gray hall floating in the distance with a wary look.

Only then did everyone realize that the magnificent and imposing Wuchang Hall was rushing towards them at high speed.

Li Muyun's heart tightened at the thought of the Impermanence Palace flying here on its own, but his true essence was too depleted to be activated.

"Come in, all of you."

Just as he was filled with astonishment and contemplating a desperate gamble, an ancient and melancholic voice rang out, calming him down considerably.

"Come on, all of you, go inside."

Li Muyun nodded, patted the large blue ox beneath him, and then the group carefully entered the gray palace.

The interior of the hall remained as ancient, solemn, and imposing as ever; the familiar scene was still there when one looked up.

"Impermanence and decay are inevitable, and one cannot stay there for long, just like that empty bliss."

The twelve characters hanging horizontally above the gray-blue hall seemed to possess a divine quality. The brushstrokes were vigorous and powerful, as if they were about to take flight at any moment, but the initial coldness and killing intent were gone.

The three large characters "Hall of Impermanence" are clearly written in the mirror at the top, deep and mysterious, with profound meaning.

When the big blue ox arrived at this place, it shook its body, and the three people on it fell to the ground with a clatter. Bu Jing and Bu Kong were already unconscious, lying on the ground, barely breathing.

Li Muyun grunted, looked up and glared angrily at the dead bull, then quickly sat cross-legged on the ground to regulate his qi.

A sudden gust of cold wind swept through the hall, causing the temperature to plummet and an intense sense of death to rise. A figure emerged from the cold wind.

He was tall and slender, dressed in gray, with an air of profound vicissitude. He wore a tall hat, and half of his body was shrouded in blue smoke and clouds. Deathly aura lingered around him, and his aura was terrifying and resolute, yet he also possessed divine power.

It was Hao Qingkuang, the Gray Impermanence whom Li Muyun had seen before, but now Hao Qingkuang's aura was more stable and his immortal power was more intense.

His body remained withered, but the stillness and death in his eyes had been replaced by a more ethereal quality, making him appear even more enigmatic and unsettling from afar.

"Junior Li Muyun greets Lord Wuchang. Please forgive me for being unable to pay my respects."

Li Muyun sat cross-legged on the ground, clenching his teeth. His body crumbled with a series of cracking sounds, and he could not even get up to pay his respects. He could only try his best to suppress his injuries.

"No need for formalities. I already know about your situation. The female ghost has entered the realm of integration. It's quite interesting, but it's also a kind of impermanence. Life and death are impermanent; what exists will eventually perish."

A slight smile appeared on the lips of Hao Qingkuang, the Gray Impermanence. Matters involving impermanence naturally entered his Dao. As he sat in the hall, he had already incorporated the battle between the several people into his divine sense.

After all, this was just a trial mission set up by Hades. The lives and safety of these people were of great importance, so naturally they couldn't let this combined female ghost succeed.

Looking at the affairs of the world, they are mostly impermanent and uncertain. Take this female ghost who has merged with the body, for example. She broke through her cultivation in seclusion and was able to enter the merged state, able to devour several people to vent her anger.

But she was completely unaware that from the moment she was reborn as a ghost, her fate of impermanence had already been sealed.

A bluish-gray line appeared in his hand, its veins gradually becoming clear and revealing the figure of the female ghost. With just a gentle tug, he could kill the ghost at any moment.

As a ghost of impermanence, whether a ghost lives or dies is entirely up to him.

However, this is a test from Hades, so we shouldn't interfere too much.

"Thank you for your forgiveness, Lord Wuchang. I would like to take a rest here."

Li Muyun's voice was weak; he managed to reply with a single sentence before falling silent again.

"Your injuries are extremely severe, your physical body is disintegrating, and your true essence is almost completely depleted. If there is no external help, even immortals and gods will not be able to save you."

A bluish-gray aura surged in Hao Qingkuang's eyes, transforming into a cloud of mist that slowly flew out, enveloping Li Muyun's entire body.

In the bluish-gray mist, Li Muyun felt the pain in his blood vessels ease and the sound of his bones cracking diminish, which gave him the strength to unleash the Undying Limitless Sword.

The two energies, lapis lazuli and cyan gray, resonated and shimmered, transforming into streams of light that flowed into Li Muyun's battered body.

The shattered bones of the limbs and bones gradually recovered, the tiny cracked bone fragments slowly healed, the cavity walls adhered and bonded together, and the internal collapse and injury finally stopped.

"The primordial spirit is the foundation upon which a cultivator stands. If one cannot nurture and strengthen the primordial spirit, there will eventually come a time when one will find it difficult to control the body."

Hao Qingkuang slowly gave a few pointers, and a wisp of green mist once again emerged from his fingertips, entering Li Muyun's spiritual platform.

In an instant, wisps of mist emerged from the parched sea of ​​consciousness, transforming into sweet rain that fell and nourished the body, while a faint spiritual light gradually flowed into the primordial spirit.

The originally listless little spirit gradually regained its vitality, its arms and legs grew back, and before long it was able to fly freely in the spiritual realm.

"Li Muyun thanks Lord Wuchang for saving him."

Li Muyun was much better and was able to get up and move around. He bowed and thanked Hui Wuchang in front of him.