Ding Ning looked at Old Donkey's physical body in a daze. A huge question mark was written on his forehead.
What was going on? After he knocked Old Donkey out, he suddenly had the idea to test whether or not the willpower gate could take Old Donkey in.
In the end, Old Donkey's physical body was still outside, but his soul had entered the willpower space?
But that made sense. The willpower space seemed to only be able to take in illusory consciousness-type things. For example, all the spirituality of the things in this ancient temple had entered.
What depressed him the most was that he couldn't extract Old Donkey's soul even if he wanted to. At the very least, he definitely couldn't do it before he completely pushed open the door to his willpower.
This made him very vexed. Would just modifying the genes of the physical body work?
There was no other way. He had to try!
Ding Ning tried. Alright, forget about modifying, the gene map was already blurry. What the hell was there to modify?
But this also made him understand that genetic modification wasn't just a matter of modifying the physical body. It also had a lot to do with the soul.
"Old Donkey, you bastard. You only know how to cause trouble for me all day."
Ding Ning cursed angrily. He secretly blamed himself for looking for trouble. Couldn't it have been better to just modify the genes? Why did he have to randomly experiment?
All of this was fine. Once he entered, he couldn't get it out. The worst thing was that in order to maintain his peak condition, he had used up all the cultivation time in the willpower space early in the morning.
"Forget it. I'll cross the bridge when I get to it. I can only wait until I can enter the willpower space tomorrow and see how it goes."
Ding Ning's face was full of depression. If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have been so eager to cultivate today. It would have been good to leave half an hour of cultivation time.
Logically speaking, the Empyrean Fairy should be hiding in the ancient buildings, but she still hadn't appeared. Thinking of this, Ding Ning didn't give up and searched the ancient buildings again, but he still didn't find any traces of the Empyrean Fairy. He had a bad premonition. Could she have gone directly to the Sacred Mountain?
Ding Ning frowned and stealthily made his way to the ancestral altar.
At this moment, the ancestral altar stood there quietly, lifeless and devoid of spirituality.
Ding Ning narrowed his eyes and looked at the Sacred Mountain in the distance.
The Sacred Mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist. It was so hazy that no one could see it clearly.
Ding Ning once asked Kong Lei and others about the descent of the Holy Mountain when they worshiped their ancestors, but to his surprise, everyone answered in surprise that the Holy Mountain had always been there, and nothing unusual had been found.
This gave him a hint of enlightenment. Perhaps he was the only one who could see the scene of the Sacred Mountain's descent?
It was no wonder that after so many years, no one from the Demon Race had been able to uncover the secrets of the Sacred Mountain. Perhaps the Sacred Mountain was only complete when the ancestors were worshipped.
The Fox Tribe Shaman was busy with the Myriad Demon Imperial Court's court opening ceremony. Looking at the time, it was almost time to worship the ancestors.
There was no need to worship the ancestors during the court hearing, the key was that Peng Tianao and Qing Que 'er were going to get married today.
According to the rules, they were supposed to worship the ancestors on the day before the wedding. However, because the Imperial Court had just been established, the officials of the nine outer territories had a lot of work to do. After attending the ceremony, they had to return to their respective posts. It was not suitable for them to stay in the Thousand Demon City for long for the Emperor's wedding. Thus, they decided to worship the ancestors and the wedding on the same day as the court hearing.
Of course, this decision also caused a lot of controversy. Some people felt that it went against the ancestral rules, while others felt that the procedures should be simplified. After all, the Fox Tribe Shaman's ceremonial procedures were too complicated and a waste of time.
In addition, with the precedent of Ding Ning simplifying the wedding procedures, and Peng Tianao's insistence, this decision was finally passed.
Boom!
With the cheers coming from outside the ancient building, the Myriad Demon Imperial Court's court hearing finally came to an end.
Ding Ning, who was bored to death, finally waited for the start of the ancestral worship ceremony.
As the Fox Tribe Shaman jumped on the altar and chanted, the spirit of the altar seemed to have awakened from its slumber. The image of the Sacred Mountain appeared once again.
Ding Ning took a deep look at Peng Tianao and the others who were kneeling on the ground devoutly. He murmured in his heart, "Brother Tianao, take care!"
He turned around and walked towards the Ancestral Mausoleum. He knew that the Sacred Mountain would only appear for a limited time. If he did not enter now, he would have to wait for the next ancestral worship ceremony before he had the chance to enter the real Sacred Mountain.
After entering the Ancestral Mausoleum, Ding Ning no longer concealed himself. He flapped his wings and turned into a golden stream of light. The instant the image of the Sacred Mountain appeared, he took advantage of the gate that appeared and flew in without hesitation.
No one noticed that when he entered the Sacred Mountain, the Fox Tribe Great Shaman seemed to have sensed him. His murky old eyes suddenly emitted a frightening light, but he quickly returned to normal. His eyelids drooped, and he continued to chant the ancient sacrificial incantation.
Ding Ning felt as if he had entered a huge whirlpool. His body spun uncontrollably in the whirlpool, making him dizzy and feeling a strong sense of weightlessness.
It seemed like only an instant, but also like countless centuries had passed. That overwhelming weightlessness suddenly disappeared, and he fell heavily on the ground with a thud.
Ding Ning shook his dizzy head. The feeling of his feet on the ground made him slightly relieved. At that moment, he thought he was going to die in there.
The gate of the Sacred Mountain was too terrifying. It felt completely different from spatial teleportation. It gave him a feeling that time and space were in disorder, and his fate was not in his control at all.
This made him subconsciously raise his vigilance. Just a gate was already so terrifying. One could imagine how terrifying the Sacred Mountain was. If it wasn't for the fact that he wanted to find a way back to Earth, he would never want to enter this place in his life.
After carefully looking around and comparing it with the safe route in his memory when the Sacred Mountain appeared, Ding Ning quickly determined his location. He was at the southwest corner at the foot of the Sacred Mountain.
The sky was dusky. There were no sun, moon, or stars. There was only a narrow, winding path in front of him. It was unknown where it led to. The ground on both sides was full of jagged rocks of different sizes. It seemed that there was no place to stand, making it very difficult to walk.
If he didn't have the safe route in his memory, Ding Ning might have had to walk along the narrow path. But now, he walked toward the pile of strange rocks without hesitation.
Because he remembered very clearly that if he walked along the narrow path, he would soon encounter a terrible rotten corpse. Although he might not be afraid of that ghost, he wanted to avoid trouble as much as possible. After all, he didn't come to subdue a demon, but to find a way home.
Although the pile of strange rocks was extremely difficult to walk, it didn't cause too much trouble for Ding Ning. As he looked around vigilantly, he silently calculated how many steps he had taken.
It should be known that this place seemed ordinary, but in fact, it was densely covered with formation patterns. One wrong step would trigger the silent and terrifying formation.
The formation was actually not terrible. With his level as a Divine Formation Master, ordinary Divine Formations really couldn't do anything to him.
However, what was frightening was that these formations were intricately intertwined with one another. Once triggered, it would not just be one or two formations. Even he might not be able to escape unscathed. This made him feel as if he was walking on thin ice. His speed was as slow as a snail. He had to calculate the distance with every step and compare it with the safe path in his mind.
In fact, he knew very well that it was not so troublesome to walk along the narrow path. The only obstacle was those terrible rotten corpses.
But he would rather spend some effort than run into those disgusting rotten corpses. Although he didn't know how strong the rotten corpses were, even Old Donkey said that his current strength wasn't enough to enter the Sacred Mountain. It was enough to show that the rotten corpses were very dangerous and could threaten his life.
He walked carefully, not daring to take a wrong step. After walking for five or six hours, he finally walked out of the pile of rocks. In front of him was a forest overflowing with spring and a tree-lined path.
Ding Ning stood in front of the tree-lined path with a conflicted expression. He remembered very clearly that there was a seemingly extremely powerful rotten corpse buried in the ground in front of this tree-lined path.
He was conflicted because he knew that there was a Fruit of Way not far ahead. If he wanted to obtain the Fruit of Way, he would definitely encounter the rotten corpse. If he wanted to avoid the rotten corpse, he could only walk through the forest swamp. But if he walked through the swamp, he would miss the Fruit of Way.
Should he take the Fruit of Way or not? This was a dilemma in front of him.
Anyway, he didn't clearly see the path in the depths of the Sacred Mountain. Sooner or later, he would have to rely on himself to figure it out. First, he would fight with the dried rotten corpse and weigh its strength.
Fortune comes from danger. I'm going all out.
Ding Ning gritted his teeth and made a decision. But he wasn't going to blindly court death. He quietly took out Brother Skin and put it on his body. Then, he took out the God of Plague's Fang and held it in his hand. He boldly strode forward.
Bang bang!
As Ding Ning got closer to the place where the rotten corpse was, his heart began to beat wildly. His palm that was holding the God of Plague's Fang began to sweat. He subconsciously lightened his footsteps and stared at the ground with vigilance because he knew that the rotten corpse was hiding underground.
Although he was prepared to fight with the rotten corpse, what if he could not alarm the rotten corpse?
Unfortunately, the ideal was very rich, but the reality was too cruel.
Just as he held his breath and was about to tiptoe through the rotten corpse's territory, his legs suddenly tightened and he couldn't move. When he looked down, he was instantly frightened out of his wits.
He didn't know when, but two cracks had appeared on the ground, and two bony claws were grabbing onto his ankles, forcefully dragging him into the ground.
"Get lost!"
Ding Ning was terrified. He raised the God of Plague's Fang in his hand and slashed at the bony claws that were grabbing his right foot.
Poof!
The bony claws were unharmed under the Fang, which was strong enough to cut through gold and jade. It made a sound like leather being defeated, which shocked Ding Ning.
Fortunately, the rotten corpse was in pain and subconsciously released its bony claws. It let out an angry roar and the ground began to shake violently. A terrifying aura that made one's expression change spread wildly.
Ding Ning's expression changed drastically. He didn't dare to hesitate and swung the Fang to slash at the bony claws that were grabbing his left foot.
With another poof, the bony claws finally loosened. Ding Ning regained his freedom and rushed forward without saying a word.
To Ding Ning, who had been fighting against the aura of a Half-step Immortal rank corpse for an entire year, the aura emitted by this rotten corpse couldn't be more familiar. This damned thing was actually a Half-step Immortal rank expert. How could this not make his expression change? He ran as far as he could.
Hiss!
A terrifying aura filled the air, and a huge crack suddenly appeared on the ground. A rotten corpse with half of its face bony and the other half covered with disgusting rotten flesh crawled out of the ground. Its pitch-black eye sockets stared at Ding Ning's fleeing figure, and it opened its mouth and took a deep breath.
Ding Ning only felt a terrifying suction coming from behind him. His figure, which was running away at high speed, instantly paused and retreated uncontrollably. Suddenly, he was so shocked that his face turned pale, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
"Gravity Domain!"
In the blink of an eye, Ding Ning shouted without hesitation. A terrifying gravitational force came, causing his retreating figure to slow down and finally stop.
Inhale … inhale …
The rotten corpse was furious. It exhaled and inhaled again. The suction force that came was many times more terrifying than before.
Ding Ning's face was ashen. His figure once again retreated uncontrollably. The Gravity Domain was instantly shattered. He knew that the difference in strength between him and the rotten corpse was too big. He had no chance to resist.
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