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

In the past, Huang Tong forcibly stuffed this object into the qi sacs of silk weavers, giving them the ability to condense their yang energy into an indeterminate mist.

However, that fellow knew nothing about the art of talismans and arrays, so the task of having the Holy Maiden inscribe the transmission runes of the "Hidden Mist and Concealed Origin Technique" on the backs of the silk weavers had to be done by the Holy Maiden.

Therefore, from the very beginning, the Holy Maiden had seen through Huang Tong's plan.

Whether it's the Soul-Capturing Bell in Huang Tong's hand or the [Soul-Observing and Fate-Seeing Treasure Basin] in front of them, they all originate from the same source as the fragments within the bodies of the Silk Weavers.

The fragments of raw materials for refining bells have the ability to sense each other.

This ensured that even if the silk weavers fled to the ends of the earth, they could still survive.

Huang Tong was still able to pinpoint their location and follow their footsteps to take the treasures from the tree.

And she, too, acted using the same principles.

The saintess opened her other palm, revealing another flawless golden fragment!

When the Holy Maiden first began inscribing the runes for the silk weavers, she naturally could not have foreseen what would happen that day.

At that time, she had never even heard of the name Biyue Palace.

However, her excellent qualities as a member of the Immortal Sect made her habitually keep a backup plan.

This is what gave her the conditions to compete with Huang Tong!

The child's eyes flashed with divine light as he asked:

"I only have one question to ask now."

"What benefit would killing that silk weaver girl bring to the master's plan?"

Saintess's expression was calm:

"The little bit of malevolent energy you gave me isn't enough to ask this question."

Tian Tong had anticipated her words and, laughing heartily, tossed over a small bottle filled with Yin Corpse Qi, displaying a boldness that belied his status as a corpse cultivator urgently seeking to break through to the later stages of Qi cultivation.

The saintess took the small bottle and casually placed it aside.

For her, who was about to establish her foundation, the Yin Corpse Fiend was no longer of much use.

However, the mindset she had developed over the years in the palace always taught her that she could not offer any benefits to others for free; if she didn't gain anything, wouldn't she be at a loss?

Only after receiving the benefits did the hooded female cultivator slowly speak:

"It's for Huang Tong's foundation building."

"What she sought was the Immortal Foundation [Sacrificial Cocoon]. This Immortal Foundation is quite different from other Immortal Foundations. It is the fundamental and orthodox method practiced by ancient Netherworld cultivators, and its requirements for imagery are even greater than those for cultivation level and resources."

"When breaking through, one must be bound by puppet threads to conform to the image of a cultivator being bound in a cocoon."

"The Foundation Establishment Ritual takes precedence over everything else. Without this crucial step, no matter how meticulously she prepares and uses the Yin Spirit Coffin to compensate for the deficiencies in cultivating Yin techniques with a Yang body, she will still fail and perish!"

Tian Tong had clearly never heard of such a secret before, and even someone as shrewd as him had a change in expression:

"But surely the palace has enough puppet strings for her to use in her breakthrough?"

"Even if we can't find the Silk Weaver, we should at least..."

The saint interrupted him:

"Didn't I already say that the important thing is the imagery, not the threads as external objects?"

"【Sacrificial Cocoon】is taken from the story in the Taoist book of the Heavenly Corpse Path, where the Corpse King was imprisoned in a cocoon for three years and then broke free to achieve Taoism. This story is inherited from an even more ancient Taoist text."

"When the Corpse King ascends to the throne, he will be attended by concubines who will nourish his true yang and help him establish the foundation for the Great Dao."

"In the imagination of the ancient Netherworld cultivators, these so-called concubines and servants were naturally the corpse-raising women who were raised with a lot of time and effort."

A cold, mocking glint flashed in her eyes:

"Breaking through while clutching a ball of silk threads, what kind of kingly aura is that? You're even worse than a stray dog ​​on the roadside. How can you possibly build a foundation for immortality!"

After a long silence, Tiantong finally asked:

"In that case, wouldn't our path to Foundation Establishment as corpse cultivators be...?"

The saint replied lazily:

"It is not the [Sacrificial Cocoon] that is modeled after the King of Corpses."

"Leaving aside other paths, at least in the Netherworld path, the foundation-building techniques in the hall are quite complete."

"Although it may not be as easy as the 'Sacrificial Heavenly Silkworm Scripture' to cultivate to the point of 'embracing the elixir' and establishing a foundation for immortality, and a lifespan of three hundred years, it is still a blessing that countless cultivators pursue their whole lives but cannot obtain."

Her tone suddenly became somewhat subtle:

"Moreover, since Huang Tong has chosen the [Sacrificial Cocoon], Master would probably be happy to see others achieve it using other immortal foundations."

This time, the silence lasted even longer than before.

Tiantong lowered his eyes slightly, and after careful consideration, finally asked the last question in the conversation:

"Huang Tong... is there a way to bypass the restrictions of the Moon-Shielding Palace and enter it in a human form?"

Upon hearing this, the saintess's lips curled up slightly.

"It wasn't originally there."

"But didn't you personally hand her the best tool to bypass the restrictions?"

……

At this very moment, somewhere in the sea of ​​mist surrounding the Moon-Hidden Palace.

A corpse cultivator, dressed in black robes and white clothes, whose attire was identical to that of the other corpse cultivators in the Hall of Longevity, slowly walked along the road, gradually heading towards the Moon-Sheltering Palace located somewhere in this sea of ​​mist.

This person had an ordinary appearance, but a blood-stained yellow talisman on his forehead locked away his yang energy, indicating that he was prepared to get lost in this sea of ​​fog until sunrise.

In stark contrast to the corpse cultivator's ordinary appearance was the jet-black coffin he carried on his back, the length of an adult.

Foundation Building Ritual Artifact: The Yin Spirit Coffin!

Even though the corpse cultivator had reached the late stage of Qi Refining, the coffin still felt as heavy as a mountain on his back.

The overflowing corpse energy was constantly scorching the flesh on his back, and waves of yin energy, like poisonous insects, burrowed into his spine and eroded his meridians.

Finally, it slowly sank into his three cores, transforming into wisps of cool yet warm malevolent energy.

If he didn't genuinely feel an increase in his cultivation level, no matter how much Huang Tong emphasized the kindness she had shown him over the years, the corpse cultivator certainly wouldn't agree to carry the coffin in for her.

He was able to cultivate to the late stage of Qi Refining in this godforsaken place, unlike those newbies who can be easily fooled.

Huang Tong could easily turn him into a corpse puppet, but the corpse puppet couldn't do what he could do.

Both being at the late stage of Qi Refining, the Corpse Cultivator possessed the self-respect befitting a cultivator.

This is especially true when one is certain of their own safety.

As for the promises made by the other party before this trip, such as that she would do her best to help him achieve Foundation Establishment after she did, the Corpse Cultivator did not believe a single word of them.

He preferred to believe that the tree in the square outside the Hall of Longevity was the reincarnation of the Northern Emperor, rather than believe that there was any such thing as someone who had achieved Foundation Establishment first in a sect influencing someone else who had achieved Foundation Establishment later.

Having cultivated to this level, his mind was exceptionally clear.

The promises of others are unreliable; only the growth of one's own cultivation is real!

Beyond the sea of ​​fog, the sky seemed to have changed, and a strong sense of exhaustion pressed down on my heart.

Unable to discern directions amidst the fog, he continuously activated the "My Mind, My Vision Secret Technique," projecting his divine sense to perceive the road ahead, which placed immense pressure on his divine sense.

Despite his powerful spiritual strength at the late stage of Qi Refining, this corpse cultivator was constantly propelled forward.

Huang Tong never mentioned where the journey would end, only saying that he would know when the time came.

But in the distance, one could hear the cawing of black crows, the somber coffin, and the profound suffering of the Great Dao, yet no one knew when it would end.