Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

The wind howled, the ghosts howled, and the deeper they went, the more ghosts swam, and gradually there were ghosts and soldiers.    

    

They basically had a simple intelligence, like low-level demon beasts. They knew fear and sensed Feng Yimo's powerful aura. They did not charge up like ghosts, but fled in all directions.    

    

In front of a mountain that had been cut in half, Feng Yimo was surprised to find that there were no ghosts and ghosts here. He opened up a temporary cave to rest.    

    

They had killed dozens of Nascent Infant elders at Lotus Mountain, so they naturally accepted all of their Storage Bags with a smile. There was also the cultivation resources that Xue Yun gave them, so they didn't have time to organize them properly. It was a good opportunity to clean them up thoroughly.    

    

When he opened the Storage Bag given to him by Xue Yun, he was instantly stunned. Inside, apart from spirit stones that were the size of a small mountain, there were more than a dozen crystals that emitted dense fire spirit energy. Their auras were even stronger than earth fire essence crystals.    

    

"This is the Heavenly Fire Spirit Crystal!" Feng Yimo was grateful in his heart. Sister Yun knew that she had medicinal Fifth Level Spiritual Flames, and if she wanted to continue advancing, she had to devour higher fire-attribute treasures. Only then did she think of ways to obtain Heaven Fire Spirit Crystals for him. One Heaven Fire Spirit Crystal was comparable to dozens of Earth Fire Crystals!    

    

Last time, the medicinal Asura Black Core Flame was injured by Blacknether King's right arm explosion, and it suffered a great loss. Now that he had Heavenly Fire Spirit Crystals, perhaps he could advance even further. He immediately released the medicinal Asura Black Core Flames and threw all ten or so Heavenly Fire Spirit Crystals into it.    

    

The Asura Black Core Flame let out a burst of joy. It rolled up the Heavenly Fire Spirit Crystal and drilled into Feng Yimo's dantian, slowly digesting it.    

    

Other than that, Apart from that, there were also over a hundred Level Five and Level Six spirit medicines. They were all very rare species.    

    

Feng Yimo was deeply impressed by Xue Yun's generosity.    

    

The Storage Bag of the elders of the Holy Lotus Cult was nothing special. It was nothing more than spirit stones, spirit pills, smithing materials, magic treasures, etc. Only in the Storage Bag of a Nascent Infant Late Period warrior did Feng Yimo discover half of the damaged grey talisman.    

    

The talisman had different colors, representing different attributes. However, this was the first time he had seen a grey talisman. Although it was only half of its original color, he could feel a strong killing aura! This was somewhat similar to the grey light emitted by the rusted saber.    

    

Half of the talisman was comparable to a Fourth Level High Rank talisman. How powerful would a complete talisman be?    

    

Feng Yimo put away the grey talisman alone and took out a palm-sized piece of dried and burnt Bloodthirsty Vine. Back then, Wan Ju had self-detonated his body and destroyed the Bloodthirsty Vine, but he had luckily left a part of it behind. If Feng Yimo hadn't cultivated the Yin-yang Spell, he would have felt a weak life force from the Sere Vine. He would have probably forgotten about it.    

    

The best way to cultivate the Bloodthirsty Vine was to use the Wood Origin Bead or the extremely precious Soil of Breath. Unfortunately, it was a rare treasure of the five elements, something that could only be chanced upon by luck. Even if he had obtained it, he would have refined it into his body or cultivated precious herbs to increase his cultivation, instead of using it to cultivate a spiritual vine.    

    

Feng Yimo thought for a moment, then took out a large piece of dragon meat and inserted the Bloodthirsty Vine into the dragon meat. After that, he found more than ten high-grade wood attribute spirit stones, crushed them one by one, and sprinkled them onto the roots of the Bloodthirsty Vine. Then, he forced out a drop of Essence Blood from his fingertip and dripped it onto the Bloodthirsty Vine, putting it into the Sumeru Bracelet.    

    

"I've already tried my best. Whether you can come back to life or not will depend on your luck. I hope you don't disappoint me!" Feng Yimo muttered to himself.    

    

Then, he released over a thousand high-grade spirit stones, placed out medicinal Spirit Gathering Formations, and sat cross-legged in the array, starting to cultivate the Yin-yang Spell.    

    

The reason why he cultivated the Yin-yang Spell was because the Yin Qi here was extremely heavy, and it wasn't suitable for other cultivation techniques. More importantly, he could sense the boundary between Yin Qi and Yang Qi through the Yin-yang Spell.    

    

He had reason to believe that the Yin Qi in any place that possessed Buddhist treasures and cultivation techniques would weaken, and it was even to the extent that there wasn't Yin Qi.    

    

Buddhist treasures possessed an extremely strong Yang attribute, and they could drive away ghosts and avoid evil. Those ghosts were naturally afraid.    

    

The Yin-yang Spell was pushed to the limit by Feng Yimo, and the Yin Qi in all directions surged towards his cave. It quickly expanded from a hundred feet to a hundred feet, a thousand feet, and a thousand feet!    

    

The evil cultivator at the edge of the Soul Burial Ruins felt the change in this place. He was so shocked that he couldn't say anything. He didn't dare to continue cultivating and left in a hurry. It was all thanks to him that he didn't have any evil intentions. Otherwise, he wouldn't even know how he died!    

    

Two days and two nights later, all the spirit stones in the Spirit Gathering Formation were turned into powder. Feng Yimo slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were clear and he didn't have any distracting thoughts.    

    

Although the Yin Qi in this place was extremely heavy, he could still feel a trace of pure Buddhist power through the Yin-yang Spell. Immediately, he was pleasantly surprised. He had indeed come to the right place.    

    

After stopping his cultivation, Feng Yimo stood up and looked in the direction of the seemingly non-existent Buddhist power.    

    

After walking for a few miles, Feng Yimo arrived at a mountain peak that was originally halfway up the mountain. A temple that took up dozens of acres of land along with the walls were cut in half by something along with the mountain. Only half of the foundation was left.    

    

The cut was smooth and neat. The mountain that was more than ten miles in radius was cut off by a single sword strike. The power of a single sword strike could be seen.    

    

The collapsed buildings had been eroded by the wind and rain for more than ten thousand years. One could not see the glory of the past.    

    

Feng Yimo walked into the temple and arrived at the square in front of the main hall. The huge purple bronze incense burner was completely covered by the ruins. Only the ear of the incense burner was exposed. It was rusty.    

    

After passing through the square, Feng Yimo walked towards the Sutra Library. This place was even more miserable. There were burnt marks everywhere. Apart from being cut in half, it was also burned. Presumably, the various scriptures and books inside had already been burned to the ground and no longer existed.    

    

Feng Yimo shook his head secretly. He was not born ten thousand years ago. He did not know why Daoist Tian Mu hated Budda Cultivator and the monks. He could feel the sorrow and misery of the entire Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain.    

    

Opening the Heavenly Eye Pupil, Feng Yimo swept his gaze across the entire abandoned temple. It was a full three times. Only then did he see the extremely weak fluctuations of the restrictions below the Golden Repository Pavilion. With just the Divine Sense alone, he was completely unable to detect them.    

    

Feng Yimo was delighted. He flew over and took out a High Grade Magic Treasure. He aimed it at the ground and smashed it down.    

    

Boom!    

    

Fragments of stone flew in the air, and a huge pit that was dozens of feet deep appeared on the ground. He struck it twice in a row, causing the pit to be more than twenty feet deep. Only then did it stop. He leaped into the pit, stretched out his right hand, and stuck it against the restrictive spell. He ordered the Spirit Devouring Silkworm to silently swallow the restrictive spell, and a square box that was about a foot in size appeared. He didn't even look at it, and directly put it into the Sumeru Bracelet.    

    

Over the next few days, Feng Yimo searched a large portion of the area, but he didn't find anything. In the end, he arrived at the center of the Ten Thousand Burial Soul Ruins. The mountain that should have been standing there had disappeared, and what replaced it was a huge pit that was about three hundred feet deep and five hundred feet in diameter!    

    

This meant that there had been a violent explosion here ten thousand years ago, blowing up the entire temple!    

    

Perhaps many people had died in this place back then, and the surroundings were filled with wandering souls. Moreover, even more high-level ghost soldiers and ghost generals had appeared. The ghost general had the guts to look at Feng Yimo from afar. He did not approach, nor did he run away.    

    

Just as Feng Yimo shook his head and was about to leave, a cold wind suddenly blew. A strong gale rose, and gathered in all directions. Countless wandering souls and ghosts also surged over. An extremely powerful Yin Qi rose from the ground, and then a tall ghost appeared on top of the deep pit. It was a bald monk.    

    

However, this monk had a ferocious expression. He was only bald and his entire body was covered in Yin Qi. There were hundreds of them!