Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

"Certainly!"

She uttered a cold word.

An invisible, chilling force instantly enveloped the entire area!

The three cultivators who had refined their spiritual energy felt their souls freeze, as if their spiritual power had been frozen, and they couldn't even move their fingers.

"what!"

The screams abruptly stopped.

Two green-haired zombies pounced forward, their sharp claws tearing through the protective auras of the black-faced man and the middle-aged woman, pinning them to the ground, unable to move.

Although the gaunt old man managed to summon a defensive magic artifact, he was barely clinging to life under Madam Bai's oppressive aura.

As for Li Ping...

He seemed completely stunned by this sudden turn of events, standing there frozen, his legs trembling.

"Madam...this...this is..."

He stammered and tried to back away.

"Don't be afraid, buddy."

Madam Bai walked step by step toward Li Ping, a seductive laugh emanating from beneath her skeletal face. "You should stay too. I really like the taste of your life force."

With that, she waved her hand casually.

A white bone chain flew out from her sleeve, wrapped around Li Ping's neck, and lifted him up.

Li Ping struggled desperately, gripping the chains with both hands, his face turning purplish-red, his legs kicking wildly in the air, but he couldn't budge the chains at all.

"Cough cough... Spare... Spare my life..."

He pleaded desperately for mercy, the light in his eyes gradually fading.

In just a few breaths.

Three cultivators at the Spirit Refinement stage and one rogue cultivator at the Qi Refining stage were all captured alive.

As Madam Bai looked at her prey, the ghostly fire in her eyes flickered even more merrily.

"Although we lost a big fish, these few smaller fish can still satisfy our cravings."

She carried the half-dead Li Ping, turned and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest, followed closely by two green-haired refining corpses dragging the three cultivators whose fates were unknown.

……

Deep within Qingsha Ridge lies an underground cavern concealed by a natural maze.

"thump."

Li Ping was thrown to the ground like a tattered sack.

The excruciating pain briefly brought him back to consciousness. He struggled to open his eyes and, by the pale light from the cave walls, managed to see his surroundings.

Upon seeing this, even with Fan Yuan's unwavering will, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine as he controlled his clone. This was not Qing Sha Ridge at all; it was clearly the White Tiger Ridge of the White Bone Demon.

Countless stalactites hung upside down from the cave ceiling, each with an iron hook hanging from its base. On these hooks hung dried human skin, mutilated limbs, and the remains of several cultivators who had long since turned into mummies.

This place is also a meticulously arranged mortuary.

Not far from him, the three cultivators in the Refinement stage—a burly man with a dark face, a thin old man, and a middle-aged woman—were pinned to the rock wall by several thick white bone nails that pierced their collarbones.

Their spiritual power was sealed, their souls were imprisoned, and they were like livestock waiting to be slaughtered, their eyes filled with despair and fear.

"Da, da, da."

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed through the empty cave.

Lady Bai, carrying a lantern made of human skin, slowly emerged from the depths of darkness.

At this moment, she was no longer the charming and beautiful woman she once was. Her plain white dress was now stained with blood, and her once full skin was wrinkled, as if an ill-fitting garment was hanging loosely on her body.

"This physical body is ultimately just an ordinary thing; it will break down after only a few uses."

Madam Bai walked to a stone platform in the center of the cave, her tone revealing a hint of disdain.

She raised her hand, her long nails gently tracing the back of her neck.

"Sizzle!"

Under Li Ping's horrified gaze, Madam Bai grabbed the laceration on the back of her neck with both hands and ripped it apart violently.

That beautiful human skin was peeled off completely, like taking off clothes, and casually tossed aside.

Beneath the skin, there is no flesh and blood or meridians.

There was only a crystal-clear skeleton, radiating a faint jade-like luster.

This is her true form, the Corpse Demon White Bone Spirit.

"roar……"

The two green-haired zombies in the corner sensed their master's presence, let out fearful growls, and prostrated themselves on the ground.

The White Bone Demon ignored them, its two eerie green flames flickering in its empty eye sockets as it looked at the three cultivators on the wall.

"Although the essence blood of the Refining Spirit stage is somewhat impure, it can still be used to nourish this corpse and solve the immediate problem."

"Spare...spare my life..."

The burly, dark-faced man weakly begged for mercy, his voice hoarse.

The White Bone Demon ignored her and stretched out her skeletal hand, grabbing at something in the air.

"puff!"

The black-faced giant's chest exploded instantly, and a still-beating heart flew out and fell into the hands of the White Bone Demon.

She brought her heart close to her jawbone and took a gentle breath.

A rich essence of blood energy was instantly absorbed into her bones. As the blood energy was injected, her bones suddenly lit up, and the originally somewhat dull jade-like luster became even more lustrous.

Next came the thin old man and the middle-aged woman.

Before they could even scream, their life essence was drained, turning them into dried corpses.

The White Bone Demon walked up to the woman and nodded with satisfaction: "This skin is quite well preserved."

The next moment, her fingertips were like knives, and she instantly peeled off the woman's skin and draped it over herself.

The terrifying skeleton vanished instantly, replaced by a still-attractive middle-aged woman. She twisted her neck, seemingly adjusting to her new body, and then let out a satisfied sigh.

"It's still more comfortable to have a physical body."

After doing all this, she turned around and looked at the only survivor in the corner, Li Ping.

Li Ping curled up on the ground, trembling all over, seemingly terrified.

But in reality, although Li Ping's eyes were unfocused at this moment, he was staring intently at the White Bone Demon's every move deep in his pupils.

He was observing.

Just now, in the instant when the White Bone Demon absorbed the essence and blood and changed her skin, an extremely obscure spiritual light shone on the third vertebra of her spine.

That ray of light was not intended for attack, but rather, at the moment the skin and bones fused together, it created an extremely brief process of rejection and reorganization.

This is probably the core of the "Corpse Dissection Method"!

The so-called "corpse disintegration" is not simply the soul leaving the body, but rather a superposition of bones and flesh in a state of constant separation and reunion.

In times of crisis, one can abandon the flesh and bones and escape, or abandon the bones and have one's spirit reside in the flesh and bones.

This is an extremely sophisticated way of transforming Yin and Yang!

"Not enough... I can't see it clearly enough..."

Li Ping murmured to himself.

That moment was too fast, and it happened outside of combat, so the White Bone Demon's technique wasn't complete.

He needs to see more.

"Little fatty, have you seen enough?"

Madam Bai walked up to Li Ping, looking down at him with a playful smile. "I don't like your eyes. You're clearly terrified, yet you seem to be spying on something."

Li Ping felt a chill run down his spine.

This ghost immortal's perception is indeed sharp.

"In that case, let's send you on your way."

Lady Bai lost interest in teasing him.

She reached out and placed her hand on Li Ping's crown.

"Soul Search!"

She wanted to see what was going on in this strange little rogue cultivator's mind.