The Secret Way of Immortality

Ren Qing silently returned to the Wuwei Taoist temple without alarming anyone.

He noticed Song Zongwu sitting cross-legged on a giant rock at the mountain peak, maintaining a posture of looking up, his six eyes wide open and unmoving.

Song Zongwu's body occasionally emitted Buddhist light, and his aura appeared somewhat unstable.

Ren Qing looked slightly worried.

The Great Dream True Person might have spent as long as several decades arranging things in Xiangxiang to advance to the Yang God realm, and even that involved a lot of luck.

Song Zongwu had only reached the Great Perfection of the Yin Messenger realm not long ago, yet he was already preparing to advance to the Yang God realm, inevitably encountering a series of troubles.

Ren Qing shook his head; each person's fate was different, and they could only rely on themselves.

He walked through the Taoist temple, surrounded by countless people coming and going.

The mountain gate was now thriving; after the upheaval in Qingqiu Mountain began to expand, the nearby people had moved their families to the Wuwei Taoist temple.

This included Taoist disciples who had left the mountain; many of them were engaged in lowly occupations, but returning to the mountain gate would at least allow them to focus on cultivation.

However, very few Taoist disciples from other regions would return to the mountain gate.

The main reason was that the rules of the Wuwei Taoist temple stated that the head teacher had no authority to summon disciples; even if the message had been passed to them, Wu Liangzi's words had no coercive force.

Wu Liangzi did not have high hopes; he seized the time to build residences for the people and erected watchtowers on the surrounding mountain peaks.

Ren Qing scanned the surroundings with his double pupils, and seeing that Song Zongwu showed no sign of waking up, he found a cave to use as a place for secluded cultivation.

Because the number of people in the Immortal City had surged, he planned to include grain transactions there as well.

Ren Qing intended to take this opportunity to advance the Gluttonous Art to the Yin Messenger realm, merging with the Yin God, and then consider matters related to the Yang God realm.

As for why he didn't directly advance to the Yang God realm...

He vaguely had a premonition that since the Yang God realm involved the fusion of techniques, if the Gluttonous Art was not prioritized at that time, it might be completely obliterated.

Moreover, once the ecology within the abdominal prison was formed, it would be too suitable for surviving in seclusion.

Ren Qing glanced at his remaining lifespan, which was still quite short, and began to refine protective magic tools for the mountain.

But as soon as he prepared the materials, the Ghost Shadow autonomously manipulated the Tombstone Furnace, skillfully taking out various materials for refining, requiring no attention at all.

After advancing to the Yin Messenger realm, the Ghost Shadow's spirituality had greatly increased, and its refining skills had naturally improved by leaps and bounds.

Seeing this, Ren Qing took out the book recording the body patterns of the Corpse Elephant Strange, to see if he could find any useful information from it.

The patterns caused the demonic energy in the cave to circulate continuously; it was more appropriate to describe them as 'demonic patterns'.

When he first looked at them, he only felt as if it were a book of unintelligible secrets; the demonic patterns were extremely complex and had no regularity, as if they had been randomly drawn by a three-year-old child.

But when Ren Qing recalled the scene of the demonic patterns in the Corpse Elephant's body being like living things, he vaguely discovered some rules and couldn't help but become immersed in them.

The patterns on the book changed.

They seemed to contain the unique charm of mountains and rivers, causing Ren Qing to lose his mind.

When he regained consciousness, the entire book had been turned to the end, and more than three days had unknowingly passed.

Ren Qing took out a newly refined magic tool and then used the Dragon Snake Spine to carve this strange pattern on it.

As soon as he drew the first demonic pattern, the meager Yin energy in his dantian was completely devoured, and then the magic tool collapsed due to instability.

Ren Qing had a handful of dust in his palm; the magic tool seemed to have been disintegrated from the inside.

Even though it was a complete failure, he was still very interested.

If he could use this to refine magic tools that affected the environment, he should be able to simulate the role of the Earth Immortal Heavenly Dao Worm in the abdominal prison.

Or he could apply it to the Imprisoned Guard Hall to create various environments suitable for cultivation.

Ren Qing even had a feeling that the demonic patterns complemented the Strange Embryo refining method, and in combination, they could refine magic tools more suitable for the Imprisoned Guards.

He spared some of his mind to discover through the Dream Butterfly Projection that Song Zongwu was still gazing at the sky, possibly trying to find the hidden blood moon.

During this time, the movements in Qingyan Town were intermittent, and another upheaval occurred with the Strange, but this time it was the cloud turtle in the sky.

The cloud turtle covered the sun, causing the vegetation in Qingyan Town's farms to wither.

Fortunately, the Wuwei Taoist temple had already prepared reserves of spiritual grain in advance, and with the connection to the dream market, the one thing they didn't lack was food.

Stranges were also clearly present in other parts of Jing Prefecture; a needle-leaf forest was spreading from the south, and the trees inside all grew human faces.

When living beings entered the needle-leaf forest, they would gradually be assimilated.

Stranges were appearing in batches, and the merchant caravans from Jing Prefecture City had not come to Qingyan Town for a long time, indicating that the situation there was not optimistic either.

Among a pile of demon cultivator forces, the Wuwei Taoist temple seemed somewhat abrupt.

Seeing this, Qingqiu Mountain was eager to make a move, but they knew of Song Zongwu's existence, so they did not use excessive measures.

Seeing this, Ren Qing showed no reaction on the surface, but in reality, he had already made preparations.

He didn't have much else, but he had a lot of strange and bizarre materials, and most of them had weird and inexplicable drawbacks.

Ren Qing took out some crystal-clear glass blocks, and the light they emitted formed distorted human faces; this material was called 'Water Soul'.

【Water Soul】

【Condensed from the Immortal Devouring Art, containing a total of one hundred and thirty-five remnants of souls; eating Water Soul will gradually transform one into a Marsh Person.】

The Water Soul was obtained by burning Ze Sha through a flesh and blood furnace; after coming into contact with water, it would liquefy and become even more difficult to detect.

Ren Qing planned to use the Water Soul in the Qingyan River where the whale was located.

Although the Qingyan River was connected in all directions, it was not connected to other waters, making it perfect for poisoning.

"Hehe, although Water Soul may not necessarily have an effect on Stranges, the demon cultivators alone are enough."

Ren Qing stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "Hmm..."

"There are still many demon cultivator forces; I'll leave some tricks for them all and see if they ferment."

Ren Qing categorized the materials, picking out all those with negative effects.

He would naturally not personally handle the poisoning; anyway, the Qingyan River had many tributaries, so he could let the Taoist disciples find a place to dump it.

The Taoist disciples all cultivated the Netherworld Heavenly Insect Art; as long as they were in the Foundation Establishment stage, they could initially control the black insects, and with the Imprisoned Guard Art's Shadowless Ghost, they could maximize their stealth.

Moving through the streets and alleys at night, even demon cultivators would not be able to detect them.

The notices in the Immortal City could come in handy, publishing some miscellaneous tasks, and the rewarded spirit crystals could also stimulate the market.

Ren Qing also controlled the abdominal prison to free up space for the Taoist temple, mainly because he was afraid that the situation would suddenly become uncontrollable, so he could be ready to run away at any time.

He could also use Strange objects to form a forbidden area surrounding the Wuwei Taoist temple, or he could directly leave the Remnant Moon Layer and go to the New Moon Layer to settle down.

Of course, the most important thing was how to obtain more benefits in the Jing Prefecture upheaval.

Just as Ren Qing was making trouble, Han Li had secretly sneaked into Morning Street.

With the coming of the Primordial Calamity, Morning Street would inevitably be chaotic; the Mountain Spider demon cultivators had already extended their claws into it, but had not yet closed the net.

Ren Qing planned to let Han Li contact the Night Watchman and then consider whether to go there himself.

Bang, bang, bang...

Footsteps came.

Ren Qing was stunned for a moment, and then put away the magic tool covered in demonic patterns.

The illusion set up at the entrance of the cave was not difficult for Song Zongwu at all; he saw through it at a glance.

Song Zongwu walked into the cave, five of his six eyes tightly closed, and the swastika between his eyebrows emitted bursts of Buddhist light, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

Ren Qing frowned slightly; he had felt that Song Zongwu was not right before, and he didn't know if it was because of the Yang God realm.

"Senior Song, are you alright?"

"I feel somewhat uneasy, possibly a premonition of something suddenly sensed."

Song Zongwu forcibly pressed the swastika back under his skin with his fingers, and the Buddhist light became restrained as a result, and his six open eyes looked slightly tired.

"Ren Qing, do you have a way to go to a deeper level of Jing Prefecture?"

Ren Qing was immediately speechless; he knew that Song Zongwu possessed the Truth Hearing Art to distinguish between truth and falsehood, so whether or not to say it was a problem.

He asked, "What's wrong?"

"I can't say, I must go and see."

After hesitating for a moment, Song Zongwu then pointed his four arms at the position between his eyebrows, and the dazzling Buddhist light illuminated the cave thoroughly.

Then, a white bead the size of a glutinous rice ball slowly detached from between his eyebrows.

The white bead was holy and pure, and the overall luster had no flaws, making it perfectly disgusting.

Ren Qing's expression became intoxicated, and his mind went blank in an instant; he completely couldn't control himself and reached out to touch the white bead.

Song Zongwu quickly retracted the white bead.

Ren Qing immediately regained his sanity, but his whole body was already soaked in sweat.

"What the hell is that thing?"

"This is a relic, formed by an extremely special technique; the relic has not made any movement for decades, but when I was alone in the swamp, it guided me to Jing Prefecture."

"Alas, I can't describe it to you; I don't know more than you do."

"I do have a way."

Ren Qing agreed without hesitation; since it was related to Song Zongwu's advancement to the Yang God realm, it didn't matter if he took some risks.

Moreover, the last time he went to a deeper level of Jing Prefecture, he returned to the Remnant Moon Layer very smoothly, and now with the Disaster Elimination Art, he should be even safer.

"There's no time to delay."

Ren Qing nodded, first using the Disaster Elimination Art to devour the two people's sense of existence.

A look of surprise flashed in Song Zongwu's eyes; the Imprisoned Guard Hall didn't have the Disaster Elimination Art, so did Ren Qing comprehend the technique from a Strange?

With such talent, no wonder he didn't have the protection of the Imprisoned Guard Hall, but instead progressed so rapidly.

Ren Qing grabbed Song Zongwu's arm, and then the Yin energy he emitted became rich, and then he looked up at the daytime sky.

The blood moon was looming, and an invisible traction acted on the two people.

In a daze, they disappeared from the spot.

The Waxing Gibbous Moon Layer was still chaotic, and the sky was filled with demonic energy; Qingyan Town had also become a ruin, but the number of Stranges had decreased.

In the distance, a huge mountain could be seen, which was the ruins of the Wuwei Hall.

Just as Ren Qing was about to close his eyes, he heard Song Zongwu say softly, "Not deep enough."

"Huh?"

Just as he was stunned, the Waxing Gibbous Moon in the sky turned into a full moon.

The terrifying demonic energy pressed down, and Ren Qing maintained his stand with Song Zongwu's support, and the distance between the blood moon and the ground was shortened again.

He suddenly sensed the aura of a Heavenly Demon and turned to look at the ruins of the Wuwei Hall.

As a result, he found that the mountain was covered in flesh and blood, and the vegetation was like the hair of a black goat, and the whole thing was like a beating heart.

The Heavenly Demon Dream Seed was drooling, and the Wuwei Hall seemed to be pregnant with something.

Song Zongwu said in a deep voice, "Look at the blood moon."

Ren Qing turned his head.