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

The body was shriveled up, like a withered tree that had been drained of all its moisture.

The skin clung to the bone, the bone shrank into a ball, and finally turned to ashes, which were then completely devoured by the eerie energy.

Only a black, human-shaped mark remained on the ground, proving that a person had once lain there.

A beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes stood beside him, staring into Zhang Yangqing's eyes.

Zhang Yangqing's pupils were no longer pure black, but had turned silvery-white. This silver was not metallic silver, nor was it the silver of moonlight, but rather the silver of space itself. It was the kind of silver that would make one dizzy and disoriented if one looked at it for too long.

What surprised her even more was that the spatial power fluctuations emanating from Zhang Yangqing were even purer than those of the Xing Gu Tian clan's experts.

It's not about quantity, it's about quality.

The Xing Gu Tian clan uses spatial power like scooping water with a ladle—clumsy, slow, and energy-consuming.

The spatial power emanating from Zhang Yangqing was like the flow of water itself—light, smooth, and natural.

Of course, these were just some of the battle scenes of the Xinggutian clan that the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes saw while watching the battle.

A powerhouse of Tianli's level would likely have considerable control over space.

But the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes had never seen Yi Tianli fight, so she naturally didn't know how to compare them.

Zhang Yangqing stood up, raised his hand, spread his five fingers, and gently drew a line in the air at the cave entrance.

The air cracked open, and a thin, black fissure appeared where his finger had traced the crack.

The edges of the crack were silvery-white, as if an invisible knife had cut a slit in space.

But this time, the cracks were smaller, finer, and less noticeable than before.

Zhang Yangqing frowned and tried again.

This time, the crack didn't appear where his finger had traced, but on the other side of the opening, and he jumped across.

It's not about walking or running; it's about jumping—a spatial leap.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes stared wide-eyed; she sensed no warning, saw no movement, and heard no sound.

Zhang Yangqing simply vanished, then reappeared on the other side of the cave entrance.

He was silent, as if he had always been there.

Zhang Yangqing stood on the other side of the cave entrance, looking down at his hands, then at the closing spatial rift behind him.

He shook his head, a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice: "It still doesn't work. People with high cultivation levels can detect spatial fluctuations."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes paused for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh.

The eldest brother has too high expectations of himself. In her eyes, this level of skill is already divine, yet the eldest brother still thinks it "is not good enough".

However, she thought about it again and realized that her older brother was right. In the face of absolute strength, any skill is just a facade.

No matter how well you jump, if someone slaps you to death, it's useless no matter where you jump.

Zhang Yangqing's understanding was more demanding; he could indeed do it 'silently,' but not truly silently.

If your cultivation level is low, you will naturally feel that it is silent because it is a spatial jump.

However, those with higher cultivation levels can still detect some spatial fluctuations.

Therefore, Xing Gu Tian's spatial power is not invincible.

Next, Zhang Yangqing contaminated the second corpse. This time it was pure contamination because the strange consciousness within Zhang Yangqing needed to help him "nurture" the account.

Simply put, using spatial power is dangerous and comes at a price. Even members of the Xing Gu Tian clan cannot use it continuously, as each use will result in a massive backlash to their bodies.

Especially large-scale spatial jumping.

It's like a cultivator who has reached the Heavenly Realm in one step using a move from the Celestial Realm. Even if they can unleash it, the cost is enormous, ranging from severe injury to sudden death.

Zhang Yangqing wanted two corpses, which meant he was raising an extra small one.

Don't forget, Zhang Yangqing is going to travel between planes. The cost of this level of spatial magic might not be something he can afford at his current initial Saint realm. In order to avoid the trouble of finding a secondary account next time, Zhang Yangqing had already made preparations.

Zhang Yangqing sat down cross-legged, placed the second corpse in front of him, and pressed his hands on the corpse's chest.

A strange, black energy surged from his palm, like a tidal wave, and poured into the corpse's body.

This time it's not absorption, but "infusion," treating the strange energy as blood and pouring it into dried-up blood vessels.

The corpse's skin began to change color, from pale white to grayish-black, and its muscles began to tremble, as if something was wriggling inside.

The bones made cracking and popping sounds, as if they were being rearranged.

The corpse's eyes snapped open, no longer the cloudy rim of a dead person, but the blood-red hue unique to eerie creatures.

A new consciousness was born in the corpse, a bizarre resurrection, and naturally, a new consciousness took over the corpse.

It didn't know where it was, what had happened, or what it was.

All it knew was that it was "alive." It struggled, trying to sit up, to speak, and to understand this strange world.

However, its cognition is too limited; it doesn't even know that it is a "consciousness".

Zhang Yangqing didn't give it time to think. His consciousness invaded the corpse, clamping down on the newborn consciousness like an iron clamp, and squeezed it casually.

Before that consciousness could even utter a scream, it burst like a bubble.

The body turned back into a body, lying there quietly, motionless.

This is the effect Zhang Yangqing wanted. He wanted a "living" corpse, with a heartbeat, breathing, and energy circulation, but without self-awareness.

In this way, the eerie consciousness can "live in," like living in an empty house.

Zhang Yangqing closed his eyes and communicated with the strange consciousness within his body.

There is an invisible line between their consciousnesses, a line that is thin yet strong, like some kind of contract.

Zhang Yangqing tugged on the line, and the eerie consciousness responded immediately; it had been waiting all along.

A black consciousness slowly peeled out from Zhang Yangqing's body.

That mass of consciousness had no shape, no color, was neither a physical entity nor a virtual one, but rather a state between existence and non-existence.

It floated out of Zhang Yangqing's sea of ​​consciousness and then burrowed into the corpse's brow.

The corpse's eyes snapped open. This time, the eyes were no longer the blood-red of a bizarre creature, but a red light that was intelligent, scrutinizing, and as if it had just woken up and was still a little dazed.

The eerie consciousness twitched its fingers and toes, then sat up, turned its neck, and made a cracking sound.

"Boss! This body is incredibly strong! It's at least at the mid-stage of the Initial Saint Realm, and after being corrupted, it's been elevated to the late-stage of the Initial Saint Realm!"

The eerie consciousness's voice was filled with excitement. It clenched its fist, feeling the power within its body, and a satisfied smile appeared on its face.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes stood to the side, watching the strange consciousness's self-indulgent state. She couldn't help but lean closer to Zhang Yangqing, lower her voice, and ask with a hint of doubt, "Boss, is this the thing you were talking about inside you? Is it reliable?"

The eerie consciousness had sharp ears and heard those words.

Its smile froze instantly. It turned to stare at the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, its eyes filled with a hint of annoyance and disdain: "What are you saying? I've been following the boss through the game since the underworld. If anyone is unreliable, it's me who's questioning you. I've seen all your moves, and to be honest, they're pretty average. I could definitely do a better job than you."

The woman with peach blossom eyes was not to be outdone. She crossed her arms, raised her chin slightly, and sneered, "Heh, when the boss and I were breaking through the Undying Mountain, you weren't even born yet. And speaking of operations, if you could help the boss solve the problem, would he have kept you inside him all this time? You must have made a mistake."

This statement hits the nerve of the eerie consciousness.

That's right, Zhang Yangqing was in charge of the previous stage because the eerie consciousness wasn't handled well enough.

It acknowledges this, but it doesn't admit that it's inferior to a woman with almond-shaped eyes.

The eerie consciousness snorted coldly, waved its hand, and said with an arrogant tone that said, "What do you know? I was observing and learning inside the boss's body. Now that I'm out, you can go do whatever you want and don't interfere with the boss's tacit cooperation."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes darkened: "You son of a bitch!" (End of Chapter)