The Path to Immortality: Starting with an Analysis of Basic Concepts

"Um?"

Zhu Yu's expression changed slightly. He leaped out of the window and, after a few leaps, arrived in front of the little black dog buried in the snow in front of the courtyard gate. He scanned it with his divine sense and immediately discovered the abnormality in its heart acupoint.

He reached out and pressed his hand on its head, instantly bringing up its information panel, a smile appearing in his eyes.

"Got you..."

Zhu Yu's mind stirred slightly, and a familiar ice-blue mark reappeared in his consciousness. Without any intention of greeting him, he slammed his mind into it.

The icy blue mark silently turned to dust.

With his mind returning to his physical body, Zhu Yu pulled out the icy blue silk thread that had been coiled in Xiao Hei's heart acupoint, turned around and walked out of the courtyard. In a few steps, he arrived at a field ridge in the corpse field.

He crouched down, swept the snow off a corpse taro plant, revealing a small jade that was the same color as snowflakes. Without hesitation, he gently touched its head.

A few breaths later.

The blizzard suddenly stopped for a moment.

A wisp of icy blue silk flew out from Xiaoyu's head, merged into Zhu Yu's palm, and entered his divine sea through the Xuan Guan. It merged with a thicker icy blue silk, and its overflowing aura immediately became several times stronger.

hum…

Xiao Yu flapped its wings and flew to Zhu Yu's shoulder, its mouthparts buzzing, its thoughts surging with anger and doubt.

Zhu Yu patted its head, offered no explanation, and looked up at the relentless wind and snow, thinking to himself:

"He's definitely much stronger than that insect cultivator..."

Suppressing his thoughts, he slowly walked to the center of the corpse field and placed his hand on the mound where the tiger's corpse was buried.

[Target: Tiger Corpse]

Race: Tiger

[Bloodline: Contains a trace of an unknown tiger-type demon beast bloodline "unawakened"]

[Non-product quality: 52%]

[Effects: Strengthens skin, bones, and muscles]

Status: Chaotic

Half a month has passed, and under the nurturing of the medicinal liquid, the cultivation level of the tiger corpse has increased by a full thirteen points. It is estimated that in another month and a half, it will be able to draw in Yin Sha spiritual energy and transform into a living corpse.

"No...?"

Zhu Yu stared at the status column and saw that there were only his and the Moon Elf's marks. He couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment.

He closed the panel, looked at the swirling snow, pondered for a few moments, then suddenly slapped his forehead, his expression eager to try.

He doesn't have the power to differentiate from a Foundation Establishment spiritual being, but he definitely does have it elsewhere!

Moreover, Zhu Yu wasn't sure if the "School of Learning" president would discover the location where the Foundation Establishment Spiritual Object's differentiated power had disappeared after waking up, but as long as enough of them disappeared, it would be safer.

With this in mind, I no longer hesitated.

Zhu Yu led Xiao Yu around the hillside and quickly disappeared into the vast snowstorm.

A short while later.

On a hill covered with thick snow.

A beige handkerchief flew through the gaps in the grass and trees to the outer wall of the wooden house on the hilltop, slowly climbing to a corner of the window. The handkerchief shifted, revealing a mantis as delicate as white jade, with a tender blade of grass between its sickle-shaped forelegs.

It was Xiaoyu, and the handkerchief was the cloth bag that Zhu Yu had used to conceal his divine sense when he obtained the "Demon Raising Record," which he had disassembled into a handkerchief.

"Nobody's here..."

Hidden among the bushes on the mound, Zhu Yu saw through the grass that no one was in the wooden house and immediately felt relieved. He channeled his spiritual power into his feet and quickly flew to the top of the mountain, stepping into the corpse field filled with grave mounds.

His divine sense swept over them one by one.

"No...no...no...wait...I've got it!..."

Zhu Yu stopped in front of a burial mound, placed his hand on the mound, and stared at it intently.

[Target: Corpse Species]

Race: Human

[Tier 1 Low Grade: 27%]

[Efficacy: Copper skin, hard bones, tough flesh]

[Status: Chaotic, Agitated]

"It really works..."

Upon seeing the information panel, Zhu Yu's eyes lit up with joy. He stared intently at the status section, and his consciousness immediately conjured up a dark corpse beetle mark and an ice-blue snowflake-shaped mark.

Upon seeing the corpse beetle mark, a thought suddenly struck him.

He could easily use his True Sight to forcibly erase the marks left by others in corpse refining and beast taming, and plunder their gains.

For a moment he was tempted, but after thinking about it, he gave up the idea.

As the saying goes, if you walk by the river long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet. It's completely unnecessary to risk it for a little bit of profit.

Of course, if it's a good thing like a Foundation Establishment spiritual object, then it's worth taking the risk, since he might need to use a Foundation Establishment spiritual object to refine his field in the future.

With a thought flashing through her mind, Zhu Yu stopped agonizing and focused her will on the icy blue mark.

Once the icy blue silk threads were removed, they didn't linger for a moment, turned around with Xiaoyu, and left to continue searching for the next location.

at this time.

The outer edge of the underworld.

Many cultivators, like Xiang Kui, who were preparing to enjoy the feast later, showed expressions of regret and annoyance upon seeing the heavy snowfall covering the Netherworld.

"This guy's been hiding it well!"

"If I had known he possessed a Foundation Establishment artifact, I would never have allowed him to construct the field so confidently..."

"well…"

They all wished they could kill Lian Sheng on the spot and take his place.

Superior methods are hard to obtain and even harder to cultivate, so using foundation-building spiritual objects to replace the field is their best choice.

Unfortunately, Foundation Establishment spiritual objects are also rare. In the past hundred years, only a handful of people have managed to break through to the Foundation Establishment realm by using the field generated by Foundation Establishment spiritual objects and having a high-grade Dao Foundation body.

"Sigh, let's go..."

As the snow and wind gathered in the sky, gradually transforming into a massive body, everyone knew it was about to solidify into a domain. They shook their heads, turned around, took a step, and vanished in various colors of light and shadow.

"There's nothing more to see, let's go."

Xiang Kui concealed the spiritual power in her pupils, beckoned to Xiang Sui beside her, and with a flick of her sleeve, a surging earthy yellow spiritual light enveloped the two of them.

Just as they were about to leave.

A furious roar rang out!

"Although I have left the Netherworld, I am still a disciple of the Yinming Cave. Why has the True Person stolen my foundation and ruined my cultivation?!"

"Um?"

Upon hearing this, the departing crowd stopped and turned around to look. They saw that the enormous body that had previously stretched across the sky had solidified into a ten-foot-tall figure sculpted from ice crystals.

He looked exactly like Lian Sheng.

As it roared, its hair flew wildly, and a surging icy blue aura surged around it, slowly condensing into a coffin covered with intricate icy blue patterns.

However, when the coffin was revealed, it looked as if it had been gnawed by rats, covered with pits and holes, and visible blue light could be seen gushing out from the pits.

A few breaths later, the coffin exploded with a bang, turning into a sky full of crystalline light.

"Ah...pfft..."

Lian Sheng roared angrily, spitting out a mouthful of blue blood. His aura plummeted, and his ice-crystal-like body quickly turned flesh-colored.

Even after he regained his youthful body, the changes did not stop.

His exposed skin developed wrinkles and blemishes, and his long black hair turned gray. In just a few breaths, he transformed from a handsome young man into a dying old man.

"What did I do wrong? Why did the real person intervene? I'm not convinced..."

Lian Sheng's eyes were bloodshot, he roared and fell backward.

Mang Xiang and Mu Ruo, who were waiting below, turned pale. They exchanged a glance, took the severely injured Lian Sheng from the backlash, and without lingering for a moment, turned and ran towards the outside of the Netherworld.

The crowd watching from afar fell silent, their eyes filled with shock, confusion, and bewilderment…

Did the real person actually make a move?