The Ji State was located in the southeastern part of the Qi State. It was the fifth largest of the thirteen states in the Qi State. Most of its territory was filled with mountains and hills, and its population was sparse.
The Baleful Yin Mountains were located in the eastern part of the Ji State. It stretched for tens of thousands of miles, and there were countless dangerous peaks. Poisonous snakes and fierce beasts often appeared.
The Baleful Yin Mountain Range was originally called the Green Cloud Mountain Range. Many years ago, the once mighty Jin State and Zhao State fought here. Both sides sent out millions of troops. In that battle, the sky was dark and the earth was covered in corpses.
After the battle, the Azure Cloud Mountains were barren. Not even a bird could be seen. It became a well-known danger zone. Between the valleys and hills, there were gusts of chilly wind. From time to time, one could hear the cries of ghosts and howls of wolves. It was said that at night, there were people who saw the ghosts of the dead soldiers fighting in the mountains with weapons.
As time passed, the Jin State and the Zhao State, the two great powers, were gone. However, the corpses of the dead soldiers were left in the Azure Cloud Mountains forever, telling the story of this period of history.
Although many years had passed, no one dared to enter the Baleful Yin Mountains. No matter who entered, they never came out.
Of course, people did not know that the Baleful Yin Mountains were occupied by the Underworld Corpse Sect a long time ago. The ghosts were all tamed by the cultivators of the Underworld Corpse Sect.
The Underworld Corpse Sect had long regarded the Baleful Yin Mountains as their private property. Any mortal who dared to enter the Baleful Yin Mountains would only end up dead.
One day, a ray of green light flew from the horizon into the Baleful Yin Mountains.
Not long after, the green light stopped a few hundred feet high in the air.
The green light faded, revealing the figure of Wang Changsheng.
At this time, half a month had passed. Wang Changsheng's face was pale. His cultivation had fallen to the eighth level of Qi Refining. Even if he took medicinal pills, he could not stop his cultivation from declining.
Immortal Wang looked at the dusky mountain range below, his brows tightly furrowed.
At this time, a dozen black lights flew in from afar.
The black lights were small and large. They were cultivators in black clothes.
These Immortal Cultivators were all Foundation Establishment Cultivators. There was a skull pattern on their clothes, and each of them was riding a black bat that was about three meters long.
"This is the Dark Corpse Sect. No trespassing is allowed. Violators will be killed without mercy." The leader of the group was a middle-aged man with a fair complexion. He glanced at Wang Changsheng and said in a cold voice.
"Reporting to Senior, this junior is not trespassing. I'm here to return something," Wang Changsheng said respectfully. He took out a black square token. There was a skull pattern on it, exactly the same as the skull pattern on the robes of the Underworld Corpse Sect disciples.
"Dark Corpse Token?" The middle-aged man's expression changed when he saw the square token.
"The ancestor left behind a message that one can enter the Underworld Corpse Sect with this token. Is that true?" Wang Changsheng asked cautiously. He looked a little nervous.
Before coming to the Underworld Corpse Sect, Wang Changsheng went to a few markets and bought some books that introduced the Qi Nation's cultivation sects.
There were a total of four cultivation sects in the Qi Nation. They were the Hehuan Sect, the Yin Sifting Sect, the Underworld Corpse Sect, and the Blood Kill Sect.
The Hehuan Sect and the Underworld Corpse Sect were both large cultivation sects with tens of thousands of years of history. However, the Hehuan Sect's overall strength was much stronger than the Underworld Corpse Sect's. The Hehuan Sect was the largest sect in the Qi Nation.
Tens of thousands of years ago, the Underworld Corpse Sect was besieged by strong enemies and was almost destroyed. Fortunately, the Grand Elder of the Underworld Corpse Sect spared no expense to invite reinforcements. The Underworld Corpse Sect survived the crisis.
After that, the Underworld Corpse Sect gave the high-level cultivators who came to help a Dark Corpse Token. They promised that as long as anyone came to the Underworld Corpse Sect with the token, they could enter the Underworld Corpse Sect.
After so many years, Wang Changsheng didn't know if the Underworld Corpse Sect would still honor this promise.
"Whether or not you can join our Sect will be decided by our Sect Leader. Follow me," the middle-aged man ordered. After he finished speaking, the black bat beneath his feet let out a strange cry, turned around, and flew off into the distance.
Seeing this, Wang Changsheng cast a spell on the green light disc under his feet. It turned into a green light and chased after the black bat.
Wang Changsheng followed behind the middle-aged man. On both sides of Wang Changsheng, there were five or six Underworld Corpse Sect disciples escorting him.
After a quarter of an hour, the middle-aged man stopped in the air above a thick black fog. The black fog covered a radius of hundreds of miles, making it impossible to see the specific situation in the fog.
He flipped his hand and took out a palm-sized black flag and threw it down.
The black flag turned into a black light and disappeared into the black fog.
A moment later, the black mist rolled and surged before disappearing. A black mountain range that rose and fell appeared in front of Immortal Wang.
On top of the black mountain peaks, palaces and pavilions could be faintly seen. It was unknown how many there were.
Among them, a towering stone pillar thousands of feet high stood in the center. From the bottom half of the pillar, the stone pillar was surrounded by a layer of black fog. It was quite conspicuous.
The middle-aged man and his entourage flew towards the towering stone pillar. Along the way, Wang Changsheng saw many disciples of the Dark Corpse Sect. Most of them were riding on clouds, while some were riding on black bats or black flying chariots. However, all of them seemed to be in a hurry, and very few of them were chatting along the way.
Not long after, Wang Changsheng and his group landed on a black stone platform above the towering stone pillar.
A few hundred meters in front of the black platform, there was a black palace more than a hundred feet high. From time to time, teams of patrolling disciples passed by the platform.
Wang Changsheng was surprised to find that there was only one person in each patrol team. To be precise, there was only one living person in each patrol team. The rest were more than a dozen snow-white human skeletons.
These human skeletons had egg-sized green flames in their eye sockets. They followed the Underworld Corpse Sect disciples in front of them as if they were alive. They did not make the slightest sound.
"Give me the Underworld Corpse Token. I want to take it to the Sect Leader. You stay here and don't run around," the middle-aged man said coldly.
Wang Changsheng nodded and handed the square token to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man took the token and walked quickly toward the black palace in front of him. Five or six Foundation Establishment cultivators stayed behind to monitor Wang Changsheng.
Not long after, the middle-aged man walked out quickly. When he was in front of Wang Changsheng, he said coldly, "Come with me. The Sect Leader wants to see you. Go and patrol!"
"Yes, Senior Brother Zhou," a few Underworld Corpse Sect disciples responded and left on their artifacts.
Walking into the hall, Wang Changsheng saw a skinny old man in a purple robe. The spiritual energy fluctuations on his body showed that he was a Core Formation cultivator.
"Junior Immortal Wang pays his respects to senior." Immortal Wang bowed respectfully, expression extremely respectful.
"No need to be so polite. Since you can bring the Underworld Corpse Token to us, you are a disciple of our Underworld Corpse Sect from now on," the purple-robed old man said indifferently as he carefully sized up Wang Changsheng.
The purple-robed old man could tell at a glance that Wang Changsheng was over forty years old and was seriously injured. If Wang Changsheng did not have the Underworld Corpse Token, he would not have accepted Wang Changsheng at all.
"Thank you, Sect Leader," Wang Changsheng said gratefully. He was relieved. He was worried that the other party would ask about his origin!
"Alright, Martial Nephew Zhou, take him to the Duty Hall to complete the entry procedures and arrange a place for him to stay," the purple-robed old man waved his hand and ordered the middle-aged man.
"Yes, Sect Leader," the middle-aged man responded and left with Wang Changsheng.
After leaving the black palace, the middle-aged man released a black bat and flew away with Wang Changsheng.
After a quarter of an hour, the middle-aged man landed on a black stone platform at the top of a tall mountain.
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