Starting with the consumables of the Demonic Sect, one can barely achieve immortality.

Outside the Hall of Longevity, at dawn.

A handsome young man in black robes and white clothes, with long hair flowing down his shoulders, stood under the sycamore tree, his face more gloomy than ever before.

He originally thought that the reflection of the bright moon alone was already so wondrous.

If one could use the real moon in the sky to aid in cultivation, its wonders would be boundless.

To his surprise, when he looked up, he saw that the sky was covered with clouds and mist, which covered the moon from the second floor of the Hall of Longevity to the top floor of the high pavilion. Not even a sliver of moonlight could penetrate in. How could he have a bright moon for his meditation and cultivation?

The effect of the Mirror Pearl in gathering moonlight seems to have limitations; it recovers very slowly after being used up.

According to Yan Cheng's calculations, it will probably be midnight the following night before it lights up again.

One strand a day is just too slow...

Moreover, the benefits of tempering the body with moonlight are not limited to accelerating the condensation of Yin Star Qi.

After his meridians were nourished by the pure Qi, Yan Cheng clearly felt that his breathing and exhalation were much smoother than before!

His eyes shone brightly:

"Indeed, the true path of corpse cultivation lies in restoring one's human form; the closer the physical body is to that of a living person, the higher the efficiency of cultivation."

"But if everyone cultivates back to human form, where will Huang Tong and the others' Yin Corpse Demonic Energy go?"

"These sinister things must be well aware of the drawbacks of the 'Corpse-Walking and Evil-Slaying Technique.' They've calculated that the corpse cultivators below have no other cultivation methods to practice besides this one..."

"Hey, who would have thought that my plan wouldn't work out when it came to me?"

The smog in the night sky was too heavy. Even though Yan Cheng's eyesight was much better than before, he still couldn't see through the fog to the bright moon behind him.

According to the information reflected in the Hidden Immortal Mirror, this fog is no ordinary fog.

Instead, it is a man-made entity called the Unstable Mist, which can block perception and shield cause and effect.

The black mist that Huang Tong used to conceal his face was a product of further refining this mist.

But what is it meant to conceal?

Yan Cheng could not imagine that the Taiyin Immortal Sect, which loftily dominated the living corpses, would also have someone to fear.

No matter what, he had never escaped the control of the golden bells in the Hall of Eternal Life, so thinking about these things was too far removed from his reality.

Yan Cheng quickly adjusted her mood.

Since we're already here, let's take a stroll outside the temple before sunrise to see if there's any information that might be helpful for our spiritual practice.

If the fog can block out the moonlight, it must also have some ability to block the sunlight.

Moreover, he had already mastered the technique of drawing out the yang fire within his body and transforming it into the upper yin star flame.

It doesn't necessarily mean that it will go out of control and run wild as soon as it is exposed to the sun.

He strolled to an open space surrounded by more than ten large trees. Looking into the distance, all he could see was thick fog, which was clearly the boundary set up by the Hall of Longevity for the cultivators.

If any audacious person attempts to break through the clouds and mist and escape through the door...

His fate is likely to be even more terrifying than being annihilated.

On the open ground, a group of corpse cultivators stood intently on their posts, their arms wrapped around their chests as if holding a ball, their breathing exercises still following the old routine of the "Corpse Walking Technique".

There was a black coffin at the feet of each corpse, indicating that they had even brought their own coffins, clearly preparing to wait outside until sunrise.

Just as Yan Cheng was secretly wondering about these guys' reckless actions, he heard the goatee-bearded old man under the tree, who seemed to be the leader, speak loudly:

"In a dream, I was enlightened by a divine being who told me to gather the cold essence of the moon and transform it into a true liquid. After passing through twelve towers, autumn dew will naturally condense on the branches and fall into the Yellow Court."

"The Immortal Sect is named after the Yin, and this wondrous method of Moonlight Initiation is not written down, but it is precisely the key for us to break through the bottleneck and achieve the initial perfection of cultivation."

"I have been in this palace for ten years and know that on this day, when the sun rises and the moon sets, there will always be a sliver of moonlight shining through the fog above the palace."

"Gentlemen, please calm yourselves and cultivate your inner energy. Make all necessary preparations. When the moonlight shines in, it will be our opportunity to undergo a transformation of our tendons and marrow, and continue our path of cultivation!"

Yan Cheng frowned as he listened to these words.

The scripture the old man had just recited was clearly a set of words from the "Shangyin Tian Shidao Zhang" that had been changed, and it sounded like it came from the direct lineage of the Taiyin Immortal Sect.

Moonlight pours down, tendons and marrow are cleansed...

That makes sense, but do you think you can fix it with your limited skills?

The "Yin Shi Xing Sha Jue" (陰尸行煞诀) contains absolutely no method for guiding the moon's essence into the body.

The black coffin containing the corpses was not a spirit-gathering object capable of condensing moonlight.

Even if you are lucky enough to see the moonlight shining through, it's just like taking a moonbath.

Moreover, in this godforsaken place, where would one find any divine beings who can deliver dreams, impart knowledge, and resolve doubts?

It must have been a trap set by those treacherous bastards in the palace!

Yan Cheng knew perfectly well what was going on, but he also wanted to see if, as the old man had said, a ray of moonlight would shine through when the time came, so he waited quietly under a big tree.

The group of living corpses standing in the open space were all unlucky souls whose cultivation had stagnated and were about to be used up.

Even though some people felt that what the old man said was not very reliable, they had no choice but to try anything to continue their studies.

As for what will happen after continuing on the path, that's another story.

Yan Cheng watched coldly as the corpse cultivators stood embracing the stakes, their faces showing the piety of believers worshipping a god.

Until a ray of light pierced through the gaps in the clouds and fell to the earth.

The corpse cultivators stared in alarm at the warm golden light. In the next instant, a corpse cultivator's seven orifices burst forth with white Yang fire, and he exploded on the spot, leaving behind only a pile of flesh and blood.

These corpse cultivators were not very powerful, and almost the instant they were exposed to sunlight, they could no longer suppress the backlash of the yang fire within their bodies.

Those who reacted quickly managed to flee back into their coffins as if their lives depended on it.

For many others, the coffins exploded before they could even be lifted.

As the morning sun shone into a small patch of white ground outside the Hall of Longevity, only patches of dark, inky Yin Corpse Demons remained, seemingly pulsating gently in the light, as if imbued with life.

In the shadows under the trees not far away, Yan Cheng's pupils were slightly open, and the purple aura in his eyes shifted between light and darkness, while the starlight in his palm also appeared and disappeared intermittently.

If he hadn't possessed the technique of guiding Yang Fire away from his body, he would have ended up like all the flesh and blood scattered around him!

Even so, the scorching heat surging within him like a wild horse told him that he didn't have much time left to stay outside the palace.

With a light step, he stood at the edge of the sunlit area, and with a flick of his sleeve, he collected the corpse cultivators' belongings one by one into his bosom.

Those corpse cultivators who managed to hide in their coffins still retained their registered identities and were protected by the palace; no one dared to open the coffins openly to kill the corpses and steal their life force.

As for those that are completely dead, they will serve as provisions for Yan Cheng's cultivation journey.

Yan Cheng felt no psychological pressure about this, but when his eyes met those of the old man under the big tree, he still felt a strange heaviness.

The old man's cultivation was nearing the initial perfection stage. Even though his face was burned to a bloody mess by the white flames, there was still a glimmer of life in his eyes. He just stared blankly at the morning light that was about to disappear behind the mist again.

Blood and flesh mixed together and flowed from under his eye sockets, and then his eyeballs rolled to the ground.

Steam rose from his body, and the scorching sound and acrid smell of burning yang fire froze Yan Cheng in place.

Finally, just before the old man exploded, he uttered a single sentence:

"I see……"

"This old man... has finally figured it out!"