I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

The strange consciousness can continue to take care of Zhang Yangqing's body, which is that "account".

Don't underestimate Zhang Yangqing's "alternate accounts"; having more of them can be quite useful.

For example, this semi-mysterious number can devour and pollute.

The strange consciousness now obeys Zhang Yangqing's every word, so staying here to level up is definitely the best choice.

While Zhang Yangqing was pondering, the two had already entered the Sancai Mountain area.

The scenery here is completely different from that outside.

The mountains were no longer barren and lifeless, but full of life.

There are terraced fields, houses, and cooking smoke on the mountainside.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a market, shops, and pedestrians coming and going.

But the people here are not ordinary people; they are cultivators.

Each of them possesses remarkable cultivation.

The Celestial Realm is only considered a mid-level cultivation here, and the Initial Saint Realm is not uncommon.

There are more than a dozen powerful families and sects alone.

Everyone was in charge of their own territory, occupying a spiritual vein for cultivation.

Whenever rare and precious materials are discovered, it triggers bloody battles for their acquisition.

Obtaining rare and precious materials means that a stronger member of the family will emerge.

These families range in size from a few hundred to over a thousand people.

The sects, too, are divided into several small alliances.

They are roughly divided into three factions: the Celestial Clan, the Hidden Clan, and the Soul Clan.

These beautiful women with almond-shaped eyes had previously explained things to Zhang Yangqing.

The Celestials are said to be descendants of ancient gods left behind on earth, with a faint but real divine quality flowing in their blood.

Their people are born powerful and have extremely high talent for cultivation, often possessing the power of light, purification, order, or certain specific elemental laws.

The Hidden Clan is renowned for its extreme physical strength and unparalleled survival abilities.

Legend has it that their ancestors were bathed in divine blood or devoured some kind of wondrous object from heaven and earth, causing their descendants' bodies to undergo a mutation, becoming as sturdy as divine weapons and even able to withstand damage from many levels of rules.

The Soul Clan is the most mysterious and dangerous. They do not cultivate their physical bodies, but specialize in the power of the soul, spirit, and even the level of "thought" and "rules".

They can manipulate ghosts, create illusions, invade minds, and even the top-tier Soul Clan powerhouses are rumored to be able to briefly distort local rules or imprint their "soul mark" deep into the true spirit of others, achieving near-eternal control.

These sects and families, according to these three categories, have different alliances.

Of course, this only applies to the three major races; there are also ordinary people and ordinary groups who have no talent whatsoever.

These ordinary people and ordinary ethnic groups are just ordinary here, after all, they don't have the powerful talents of the three major clans.

But in the eyes of the people in the lower realm, they were all exceptionally gifted, and everyone was a genius.

However, these ordinary people and ordinary clans all depend on the three major clans for survival.

Otherwise, the three major clans would carry out appropriate extermination against them.

Zhang Yangqing speculated that most of those who possessed spatial power were among the Celestial Clan.

Therefore, his goal was to enter the territory of the Celestials and gather intelligence.

The first step is to improve one's cultivation level.

Zhang Yangqing, accompanied by the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, found the cemeteries of the three major clans in the Sancai Mountain area.

This is no easy task. You need to find the clansmen who are going to worship their ancestors, then follow them without being discovered.

If they are discovered, or encountered while searching for the body, Zhang Yangqing and the peach-blossom-eyed beauty will be hunted down by the three major clans.

The cemetery is very large, covering hundreds of acres, with many tombstones, some weathered and some still very new.

This place is the burial site of the three clans' members who died throughout history, from ordinary disciples to elders. The bodies of the powerful are not here; only the bodies of ordinary clansmen remain.

But even these are enough.

Zhang Yangqing didn't dig up graves everywhere; instead, he looked for those that had been buried recently, were not decomposed, and had intact bodies.

Through his bizarre abilities, he began to devour the corpses of the three major clans and extract their power.

The corpse of the Celestial Clan gave him the power of light and purification; the corpse of the Hidden Clan gave him physical strength and resilience; and the corpse of the Soul Clan gave him spiritual perception and control.

After devouring more than a dozen corpses, Zhang Yangqing's cultivation level soared from the Celestial Realm to the peak of the Initial Saint Realm, still far from the Saint Realm.

But he did not continue to devour it, because swallowing more would not have much effect.

Only by devouring more powerful corpses can one quickly improve their cultivation. If one can find the corpse of a Saint Realm expert, it is equivalent to unlocking the 'Gold' treasure.

Unfortunately, those people's bodies are not here, and the current intelligence cannot find them.

Having devoured most of it, Zhang Yangqing stood up and said, "Let's go find the Celestial Clan."

The second step was to infiltrate the Celestial Clan.

Zhang Yangqing, accompanied by a beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, spent three days touring the territory of the Celestial Clan.

He observed the Celestials' patrol routes, their lifestyle, their weaknesses, and their needs.

On the fourth day, he encountered an opportunity.

A young, powerful member of the Celestial Clan, codenamed "Sky Wolf," is being hunted down by a group of men in black.

Tianlang is at the peak of the Initial Saint Realm, similar to Zhang Yangqing now.

However, he was being hunted down by three people: two at the peak of the Initial Saint Realm and one at the early stage of the Initial Saint Realm.

Sirius was covered in injuries; his left arm was broken and his right leg was crippled, leaving him barely able to stand.

Without hesitation, Zhang Yangqing rushed forward at the 'most critical' moment.

"Who goes there!" the leader of the men in black shouted coldly.

Zhang Yangqing didn't answer, and immediately took action.

He activated the Celestial Clan power he had just absorbed, and his body was instantly filled with the power of purification and light. He then punched the black-clad man at the peak of the Initial Saint Realm.

The man hadn't expected Zhang Yangqing to be so fast; he was punched in the chest and staggered back several steps.

When Sirius saw someone coming to his rescue, he perked up and, with his last ounce of strength, managed to entangle the last man in black.

The battle didn't last long. Zhang Yangqing and Tianlang joined forces and killed a black-clad man at the peak of the Initial Saint Realm.

Then, seeing that things were not going well, the other two immediately ran away.

Sirius collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

He looked at Zhang Yangqing, his eyes filled with gratitude: "Brother, thank you for saving my life. My name is Tianlang. May I ask your honorable name?"

Zhang Yangqing casually replied, "I am Tian Qing, just passing by."

Tianlang struggled to his feet, clasped his hands in thanks, and said, “Brother Tianqing, I am deeply grateful. If you do not mind, please come with me back to our clan for a chat. Our clan will surely repay you handsomely.”

Zhang Yangqing nodded: "Okay."

That's exactly what he was waiting for.

The family to which Sirius belongs is located in a valley rich in spiritual energy at the northern foot of Sancai Mountain.

At the entrance to the valley stood two enormous stone pillars, their surfaces covered with ancient runes and emitting a faint glow.

At the top of the stone pillar, two stone-carved mythical beasts raise their heads to the sky, looking down on everyone who enters the valley.

Passing through the stone pillars, the view suddenly opens up, and a spiritual spring gushes out from between the mountain walls, converging into a stream. The stream water is crystal clear, and a light mist floats on the surface.

On the mountainside, pavilions and towers are built against the mountain, with flying eaves and upturned corners, layer upon layer, hidden among ancient trees and bamboo.

This isn't some kind of supernatural world, it's practically heaven on earth! (End of Chapter)