Wu Qian and Chen Yingying looked at the pile of things on the ground in a daze. Neither of them dared to reach out.
Everything that happened just now left them in a daze. Wu Qian was the first to come back to her senses. Her lips trembled as she whispered, "Senior, this, this isn't good …"
Li Mu waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, they were the ones who stole your soul power first. At most, this is just reciprocity. You don't have to worry about them taking revenge. I've already erased part of their memories."
Li Mu had a good impression of these two female cultivators. As women, they had more backbone than the two male cultivators. They didn't betray their teammates at the critical moment, so Li Mu didn't mind giving them an opportunity.
At this time, Li Mu noticed that Chen Yingying was looking at him. There seemed to be a guess in her eyes, but she didn't dare to confirm it. When Li Mu looked at her, she looked away in panic.
Li Mu didn't say much. He just smiled and said, "Okay, I still have something to do in the Ghost Realm. This soul power should be enough for you to use for a while. There will be a big change in the Ghost Realm, so it's best if you don't come in and take risks."
Before leaving, he gently patted Chen Yingying's head and said, "Work hard and strive to cultivate in the Ancestral Court as soon as possible."
As soon as he finished speaking, he walked into the ghost fog again.
Wu Qian looked at the things scattered on the ground. Her throat moved with difficulty, and then she said to Chen Yingying, "Sister Yingying, you choose first."
Chen Yingying said embarrassedly, "Let's choose together …"
After the two of them finished dividing the cultivation resources, Wu Qian suddenly asked, "Sister Yingying, do you know that senior?"
Chen Yingying pondered for a moment and nodded. "He's so young, and his cultivation is so high. Moreover, he doesn't like Xuanzong. Even his name is the same. I can't think of anyone else other than Martial Granduncle."
Wu Qian said in surprise, "Ah, he's Senior Ling Jizi from Fu-lu School …"
Few people in the cultivation world knew about Li Mu, but everyone knew about Ling Jizi. His battle with the great elder Xuanzong had already spread Ling Jizi's name across the cultivation world.
Wu Qian said in realization, "I've only heard of Senior Ling Jizi's name in the past and thought that he was a high and mighty Daoist senior. I didn't expect him to be so kind and not put on any airs at all. It seems that we were able to deal with that spirit so easily because Senior Ling Jizi helped us in the dark …"
Chen Yingying revealed a love-struck smile and murmured, "Of course. During that grand ceremony, I once saw Martial Granduncle from afar. I didn't expect to be so close to Martial Granduncle in this life. I have to work hard to cultivate and strive to enter the Ancestral Court as soon as possible. I can't let Martial Granduncle down …"
Wu Qian said with some envy, "I really envy you disciples of big sects. Wherever you go, you have elders protecting you …"
Chen Yingying said, "If Sister Wu is willing, you can also join our Divine Talisman Sect. With your cultivation, you should be able to enter the Ancestral Court directly. At that time, I'll have to call you Senior Sister Wu …"
Wu Qian said happily, "Can I?"
Chen Yingying smiled and said, "Of course you can. You can come back to the sect with me now. Master can't wait for such a powerhouse to join the sect …"
The experience just now caused the distance between the two of them to quickly close. A moment later, they flew into the air hand in hand and flew towards the mountain gate of the Divine Talisman Sect.
At the same time, in the boundless fog of the Ghost Realm, a figure was rapidly moving forward. Wherever he passed, the fog would surge violently. Regardless of whether it was a low-level spirit body or a high-level soul body, when they felt that aura, they would instinctively avoid it.
Qing Xuanzi and the others carefully walked in the fog and also felt the aura passing by in the distance.
A Xuanzong disciple couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, "The Ghost Realm is too dangerous. Let's not come here in the future …"
Compared to the Yao Nation, the Ghost Realm that was shrouded in fog was much more mysterious. No one knew how many secrets were hidden in the fog of the Ghost Realm. The inexplicable loss of memory, the snatching of soul power from their magic treasures, and the strange experience they had just experienced filled the hearts of several Xuanzong disciples with fear.
They didn't want to come here again in their lives.
Somewhere in the Ghost Realm, Li Mu slowly came to a stop when he reached the valley where he killed You Hun.
The Ghost Realm was different from the Yao Nation. This place was filled with fog that couldn't be explored with divine sense. Even if one had a map, they had to be careful and follow the guidance of the map.
The so-called complete map of the Ghost Realm was actually only the places that people had explored so far. Most of the areas in the Ghost Realm were unknown places that had not been explored. It was filled with unknown dangers. For thousands of years, countless powerhouses had gone missing in the Ghost Realm. There was no lack of sixth and seventh realms among them. They relied on their high cultivation and ventured into unknown places alone, never to come out again.
When one powerhouse after another silently disappeared in the Ghost Realm, the cultivators who entered the Ghost Realm later learned to check the map.
The routes marked on the map were all explored by predecessors. They could be traveled safely without any unpredictable dangers. Although Li Mu's cultivation was at Dongxuan and could even kill seventh realms, he didn't dare to wander around the Ghost Realm.
After all, there were many seventh realms that had gone missing in the Ghost Realm.
Even in Blood River's memory, he was somewhat wary and fearful of the Ghost Realm.
He couldn't spread his divine sense too far. This made him feel very insecure. Li Mu could follow the route marked on the map and move forward at a moderate speed.
Although the Ghost Realm was large, there weren't many paths that one could walk on. Almost all the cultivators were moving forward along the few routes. Thus, Li Mu met many people along the way.
These people were mostly in groups of three to five. They were going deep into the Ghost Realm to hunt ghosts. When they met each other, they would retreat vigilantly.
In the Ghost Realm, meeting people was far more terrifying than encountering ghosts.
Li Mu flew at a low altitude. Suddenly, a wave of Dharmic power came from the fog in front of him. When he flew closer, Li Mu saw a group of six people attacking a ghost.
Among the six people, two of them had reached the Manifestation realm. The four of them had remarkable abilities. This ghost was no match for them. Its soul was quickly scattered and its soul power was absorbed.
The fog behind them surged. The six people turned their heads vigilantly. When they saw a figure walking out, their expressions became tense.
They gripped the weapons in their hands tightly, ready to attack at any time. However, only one person walked out of the fog.
That person only glanced at them and continued to fly forward.
Among the six people, a fierce-looking Manifestation realm cultivator looked at the figure flying away and said in a low voice, "Going deep into the Ghost Realm, this person actually didn't have any Dharmic artifacts or soul bottles. He must have a Flask Heaven magic treasure."
Speaking of the Flask Heaven magic treasure, a look of greed appeared in his eyes.
A magic treasure that could store things was the dream of every cultivator. However, the Flask Heaven magic treasure could only be refined by cultivators above the seventh level. Those who had such a treasure were all core disciples of great sects with super strong cultivators.
Seeing through his thoughts, another Manifestation realm cultivator beside him reminded him, "This person must be a disciple of a great sect or family. Moreover, his status is not low. You'd better put away your thoughts."
The fierce-looking man grinned and said, "So what if he's a disciple of a great sect? He only has remarkable abilities. If we secretly kill him in the Ghost Realm, who will know that we did it? Over the years, there have been at least eight, if not ten, disciples of great sects and families who have died at my hands …"
The other person pondered for a moment and said, "You'd better be careful. If he dares to go deep into the Ghost Realm alone, he must have some strength. Don't fail miserably."
The fierce-looking man said, "I think he's young. He looks like a newborn calf that isn't afraid of tigers. It's not like we haven't met such a hothead before. If we can get a Flask Heaven magic treasure, we'll have made a fortune this time …"
He glanced at his companion beside him and said, "I don't want to let go of this fat sheep in front of me. Don't fight with me. Otherwise, don't blame me for turning hostile."
The man shrugged and said, "I only hunt souls. I don't kill people. If you want to do it, go ahead."
The fierce-looking man stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. He strode in the direction that the young man disappeared in.
Fifteen minutes.
Fifteen minutes.
Thirty minutes had passed and the fierce-looking man who had just left had not returned. The rest of the people looked puzzled as they slowly walked forward. Not long after, they saw the fierce-looking man.
His eyes were wide open as he lay on the ground. There were no injuries on his body, but there was no sign of life.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air and said in shock, "D-Dead?"
A Creation realm expert had died just like that. There were no traces of a battle here, which meant that he did not have the chance to attack before he died.
Just what kind of cultivation was needed to be able to kill a Creation Realm expert in an instant?
Thinking of that ordinary young man, the few of them shuddered at the same time and felt a chill in their hearts.
After finishing off the cultivator who was filled with a murderous aura and wanted to kill him for his treasures, Li Mu continued forward. There was no day or night in the Ghost Realm. There was only an eternal white fog that made it impossible to feel the passage of time.
After walking for an unknown period of time, a faintly discernible city suddenly appeared in the fog ahead.
At the city gate, the words' Fengdu 'were as red as blood under the light of the lanterns.
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