Li Mo thought that to obtain higher realm inheritances, the Heavenly Sword Sect was the most reliable option, especially since he possessed the entry token, the "Fake Buddha."
Of course, whether or not the Heavenly Sword Sect would recognize the severely distorted Fake Buddha was another matter.
Li Mo’s primary headache, however, was that he didn’t even know the exact location of the Heavenly Sword Sect, let alone the conditions for entry.
"I’ll find an opportunity to extract some useful information about the Heavenly Sword Sect from Blood Sword Intent."
Li Mo restrained his breath and placed the stabilizing rosewood incense beneath the Sky-reaching Tree. Then, using his Dual Nascent Soul, he continued to refine Pu Dao’s Artifact Infant.
At the same time, he debated the branches of the Primordial Nascent Soul Ancestor Returning Scripture, thinking it shouldn’t be difficult to draft a basic framework for a Nascent Soul technique.
As the Toad Poison Beast approached the well, its encounters with deceitful objects intensified.
Indescribable deceitful objects could be seen everywhere, their bodies covered in ovular eyes and layered with a thick coating of greasy adipose.
For some unknown reason, the Toad Poison Beast’s leaps were becoming more frequent.
The Gang Wind swirled and grew fiercer.
The weak cry of a salamander rang out as it used its foundation to set up an Iron Wood Array, fearful that its life-bound magical artifact might unexpectedly be damaged.
Li Mo noticed that it wasn’t just the Toad Poison Beast.
The other poison beasts also showed varying degrees of agitation, their gazes fixed unwaveringly on the well.
The Blessed Land Cave Heaven clearly defied normality; if it was born from cultivator corpses, could their cultivation have reached the Divine Separation Stage in their lifetimes?
Han Cai let out a muffled grunt, and sounds of his Golden Core fracturing echoed from within his body.
Immediately, his dozens of limbs began to disintegrate, exposing the scars from years of surgical modification amidst his blood and flesh.
"A low-grade Golden Core really is a nine-out-of-ten-dead proposition."
He saw a half-human, half-spider Nascent Soul crawl out of Han Cai’s Golden Core, though the Nascent Soul hadn’t fully developed, its limbs distorted and irregular.
The Spider Nascent Soul was exceptionally frail, unable to fully shatter the Golden Core shell no matter how it struggled.
Han Cai’s face displayed reluctance, yet he hesitated on whether to halt his promotion for the sake of his survival.
Seeing this, Li Mo used the salamander to channel twenty years’ worth of Innate Essence into Han Cai, ensuring the Nascent Soul wouldn’t die prematurely within a short time.
Han Cai’s eyelids trembled as his injuries stabilized.
The salamander also started incessantly repairing Han Cai’s tightly stitched flesh, barely managing to piece him back together.
Compared to Han Cai, Huangmu Taoist’s foundation was indeed far sturdier.
But he too found himself in a precarious position.
Huangmu Taoist’s Mountain Lord Head Nascent Soul exuded ferocity; as soon as its head emerged from the Golden Core, it tore out a chunk of blood-flesh from the Middle Dantian.
Nascent Soul cultivators watched closely as the two attempted to break their Cores and form Nascent Souls.
No matter how the situation appeared, the Heart Beast Sect didn’t seem to have the foundation to back them. They had ample resources for promoting to the Nascent Soul Stage, but their inadequate handling triggered complications, plunging their Nascent Souls into deterioration.
Han Cai and Huangmu Taoist grew haggard, their descent into deviation appearing inevitable.
After pondering for half a breath, Li Mo actively summoned the Chaos Beast Child. For a moment, the howls and roars of birds and beasts echoed incessantly, and the salamander’s aura surged.
Master Luo Hua muttered, astonished at Li Mo’s extraordinary talent.
Not long ago, Li Mo’s Nascent Soul had promoted to the Nascent Soul Stage, showing tumor-like growths. Yet in just a few years, the Nascent Soul had completely transformed?!!
"Impossible. Relying on conventional means alone, we’re not a match."
Master Fan Hua noticed Master Luo Hua’s chilling expression. Without delay, three poison beasts started stirring and made their way toward the well.
"Senior brother, you..."
Master Fan Hua’s words were cut short as the Toad Poison Beast triggered an anomaly.
The Chaos Beast Child pointed at the Sky-reaching Tree.
Li Mo nodded slightly, sensing that the Chaos Beast Child’s influence extended even to Han Cai and Huangmu Taoist’s beast cultivation Nascent Souls, thanks to its Ancestor True Body.
The Chaos Beast Infant opened an eerie pupil on its forehead, its hollow gaze intimidating.
Han Cai’s Spider Nascent Soul accelerated its beastification, with spider-like traits surpassing eighty percent, allowing it to finally break free from the Golden Core’s constraints.
Their cultivation broke through as a result.
Beastified Nascent Souls were difficult to control, but it was better than being stuck at the Core Formation Stage with no progress.
Huangmu Taoist’s Mountain Lord Head Nascent Soul seemed as if it had taken a heavy blow, cowering within the Middle Dantian, subsisting solely on Golden Core fragments.
The Nascent Soul cultivators present displayed astonishment.
They too felt the terrifying threat of the Chaos Beast Child.
Anyone who made eye contact with the Chaos Beast Child experienced hints of activation in their internal organs and limbs.
Li Mo swiftly withdrew his Nascent Soul.
Han Cai, recovering his senses, grew in size until he towered over ten meters, resembling a spider demon.
"Nascent Soul Stage?"
He felt a sudden joy of achievement, losing control, and dancing in place.
Huangmu Taoist’s expression turned dejected.
Despite his belief in his talent, the fact that Elder Qing Shan had to intervene for his Nascent Soul promotion almost led him to a deviation.
Li Mo flashed over to the base of the Sky-reaching Tree, intending to take Han Cai and Huangmu Taoist back to Qinghong Workshop.
Rumble, rumble, rumble...
The ground began trembling inexplicably.
Li Mo examined the Blessed Land Cave Heaven, noting that the Creation Book seemed to be resonating, while the Toad Poison Beast appeared drawn toward something inside the well.
Huangmu Taoist cautiously asked, "Elder Qing Shan, should disciples focus on suppressing the Nascent Souls first?"
Before his voice faded.
A tidal-like Gang Wind swept over.
The Toad Poison Beast suddenly turned and leapt furiously toward the well entrance.
The three other poison beasts followed suit, seemingly driven by instinct, crawling into the unfathomably deep Blessed Land Cave Heaven.
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
The Sky-reaching Tree was uprooted entirely; fortunately, Li Mo grabbed his magical artifact and struck the ground with his free left arm, shouting, "Mixed Element!"
Rocky spikes emerged and formed walls to block the Gang Wind.
Li Mo heard Luo Kai let out a piercing curse as the Scorpion Poison Beast plunged into the well, followed closely by the Centipede Poison Beast, dragging the Soul Summoning Lamp with it.
The Leech Poison Beast lagged slightly behind.
Master Luo Hua stood atop the poison beast’s head, showing no hint of surprise.
Li Mo sneered, realizing it was some mischief from Blood Sword Intent. It was clear they didn’t understand that he could escape at will.
Master Luo Hua reached inside his abdomen and grabbed a piece of intestine.
"Qing Shan, take my sword."
As the intestine was torn free, his entire blood flow reversed, and a blood-red Sword Qi formed in his stomach and slashed toward Poison Clothes Qinghong Workshop.
Master Luo Hua shrank down to a height of 1.5 meters, his festering abscess-covered body reduced in stature.
"Mother, mother, mother..."
He gleefully fixated on the Motherly Sword Qi, chanting the words repeatedly as his body trembled with excitement.
"The Heart Beast Sect’s disciples were killed by me. Elder Qing Shan, direct your vengeance toward me."
The Motherly Sword Qi’s target wasn’t Li Mo but Poison Clothes Qinghong Workshop.
The Sword Qi’s speed was so rapid that only Li Mo managed to react among those present.
Yet Li Mo, who maintained Primordial Chaos, wasn’t skilled in speed-based techniques, seemingly left with no choice but to activate the Corpse Mountain Mini World.
The issue was that he didn’t want to expose the Corpse Mountain Mini World. Taking heart demon oaths from tens of thousands of people could easily result in gaps.
Master Luo Hua’s pupils dilated as he suddenly noticed a Human Head Treasure Lotus Lamp appearing in Li Mo’s hand.
"It’s been refined after all."
The Fake Buddha spat out a breath, causing all deceitful objects within a thousand miles to drop dead instantly, accompanied by deafening chants of scripture.
The final sight Master Luo Hua saw was the Motherly Sword Qi dissipating into emptiness.
He touched his forehead, finding a shallow blood mark there—just a little more, and he would’ve been decapitated.
"Hahahaha, what a True Word Sect flying sword."
"Elder Qing Shan, don’t think possessing a flying sword will gain you entry to the Heavenly Sword Sect. How could they reveal their taboos to you?"
"Come find me, come find me!!!"
The Leech Poison Beast vanished into the well, and the Toad Poison Beast wasn’t more than five or six miles away.
"Psycho, the Fake Buddha was granted by the Time Sword; if you want to die, don’t disgust me. Does he really think I lack temper?"
Li Mo cursed a few times under his breath, dismissing thoughts of retrieving the Toad Poison Beast.
He cast a glance at the Fake Buddha; despite its initially benevolent visage as a universal savior, it appeared increasingly brutish—like a ferocious Asura—after wielding the sword.
Placing the Fake Buddha near his ear, weak whispers of "kill, kill, kill" echoed faintly.
Li Mo stashed away the Fake Buddha.
The Toad Poison Beast fell into the well, plunging Poison Clothes Qinghong Workshop into darkness, their bodies soon subjected to immense pressure.
Thankfully, the Rock Formation prevented their flesh from collapsing.
Amid the confusion of the masses.
Li Mo summoned Burning Radiance, the miniature Taiyang providing light to Poison Clothes Qinghong Workshop, though it still couldn’t illuminate their surroundings.
They could only sense the Toad Poison Beast plummeting rapidly.
Burning Radiance, originally constructed to house phosphorescence, had been left unused ever since entering the Nine Nether Buddha Light Illuminating Scripture. Now it served its residual function, spreading warmth.
Li Mo casually threw out hundreds of spiritual materials, scattering them across the Rock Formation, instantly reducing the pressure endured by the masses.
The Heart Beast Sect cultivators worked quickly to restore order, preventing chaos from escalating.
"Elder Qing Shan, this is..."
"Nearly scared me into deviation. What’s the deal with those Sword Cultivators?"
Han Cai and Huangmu Taoist suppressed their stray thoughts; the unforeseen calamity had instilled deep fear within them. The Blessed Land Cave Heaven inside the well was unlike anything they had encountered.
"Quickly stabilize your cultivation; indeed, it’s Blood Sword Intent’s doing."
The two understood the urgency—it was critical to suppress their Nascent Souls; otherwise, their capabilities might not even match that of Perfect Core Formation.
They sat cross-legged on the spot, honing their connection to the Nascent Souls within their Middle Dantians.
Li Mo approached the edge of the Toad Poison Beast’s body, activating the Cave God’s Eye to its fullest—but still couldn’t pierce through the darkness.
Could the Twelve Immortals intend to use the poison beasts to locate some object within the Blessed Land Cave Heaven?
Something like the corpse of the No-Life Mother?
Li Mo didn’t know whether the No-Life Mother truly existed, but only something of her caliber could attract the Twelve Immortals’ attention.
Li Mo flipped through the Creation Book in his mind, noting the emergence of a new special page. However, he could only discern a few vague clues about it for now.
He had never seen a special page so eerie and incomprehensible.
It seemed composed of countless mortal souls, its details exhibiting faintly disturbing traits such as fleshy organs—notions that sent shivers down Li Mo’s spine.
Moreover, the page’s completion rate was agonizingly slow.
Li Mo’s gaze deepened.
Since encountering the special page, he had spoken to the Creation Book, halting its maturation process for the first time, as its implications involved far too many forces.
Not just the No-Life Sect’s Twelve Immortals—powerful factions like the Heavenly Sword Sect were also maneuvering behind the scenes.
The Cultivation World wasn’t limited to just one major sect. Why were numerous forces operating in such unison, almost spurring one another forward? Was this a scheme for division?
A plot to carve up the No-Life Mother?
As the Creation Book folded shut, the special page stopped progressing.