Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

How can I cooperate with you?

"Just lie down."

Sun Yanran obediently lay down on the bed, so nervous that even her eyelashes were trembling, and her eyes were tightly closed.

Lin Mo bent down and looked down, only to see an endless abyss.

This……

His lips twitched, and a strange restlessness arose in his heart.

Finally, he instinctively reached out his hand.

Sun Yanran suddenly opened her eyes, her lips moved a few times, but the words she had memorized seemed to be stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say them no matter what.

Only when his glasses were knocked off by a tremendous force did the words burst forth like a flood.

But once some words are spoken, the storm can no longer be contained.

As night deepened outside the window, the roses at the base of the wall were scattered on the ground by the wind.

A few days later, Lin Mo frowned as he looked at the sleeping Sun Yanran, a question rising in his mind.

This shouldn't be happening. Why has my self-control suddenly become so poor lately?

He reflected on it and realized that he had indeed become increasingly unrestrained in matters of love and sex during this period. It seemed that since breaking through to the Immortal Realm, many of his thoughts had become increasingly uncontrollable.

He dressed, and with a thought, arrived in World Number One.

He found the Queen Mother of the West and explained his recent condition.

After listening, the Queen Mother of the West simply said:

"You should dismember your three corpses."

Lin Mo was taken aback:

"Severing the three corpses?"

He was familiar with these three words.

Legend has it that when one reaches the highest level of cultivation, one must sever the three corpses within one's body in order to become a saint.

But I haven't reached the bottom of becoming a saint yet.

"Wasn't the dismemberment of the corpse done before becoming a saint?"

"That's the deadline. This stuff is like useless skin; the sooner it's cut, the better!"

"Can I wait until I become a saint before having the surgery?"

"It's best not to do that. As your cultivation level increases, your desires will be magnified many times over."

If you don't sever the three corpses early on, you will gradually be dominated by your own desires, which will lead you down many detours.

Lin Mo frowned and pressed for an answer:

"Isn't that similar to your evil side?"

The Queen Mother of the West shook her head:

"no the same.

My evil side originates from the lingering evil spirit within the body of the Holy Mother of the Three Realms.

But you are different.

You won't split off another consciousness like I did; instead, you'll be eroded in a subtle, gradual way.

You will become more and more like yourself, yet you will no longer be yourself.

Most importantly, you may not even be aware of this.

Lin Mo remained silent for a long time.

He himself had vaguely sensed this trend.

But I still couldn't help asking:

"If one severs the three corpses (body, spirit, and mind), will one lose all desires?"

The Queen Mother of the West did not answer directly, but only said:

"After severing the three corpses, one's desires diminish and one's mind becomes as cold as ice."

The cultivation speed will be faster, but you will also lose many things.

Lin Mo was caught in a deep dilemma.

If the end result of cultivating immortality is becoming a machine devoid of desire, then what is the point of cultivating at all?

He rose from an ordinary person to where he is today, wasn't it all for the sake of a carefree and happy life?

Strength, power, women, and emotions—these are what drive him forward.

If one day he becomes more rational and emotionless than the main brain, then he would rather stop here and not bother cultivating immortality at all!

The Queen Mother of the West gazed at Lin Mo's face, seemingly guessing what he was thinking. After a long while, she softly said:

"My disciple, severing the three corpses does not mean you will become completely heartless, but rather strip away those things that influence your true nature."

You can still have emotions, but you will no longer be controlled by them.

only……"

She paused.

"If your true nature is to be amorous and passionate, then severing your three corpses is no different from scraping away your bones and flesh."

"Master, all roads lead to Rome. I refuse to believe that I cannot become a saint without severing the three corpses!"

Lin Mo grinned and pulled west Wangmu into his arms, Monet Purple.

The Queen Mother of the West rolled her eyes at Lin Mo and said in a huff:

"You rebellious disciple, you only know how to bully your master."

Several days later, Lin Mo finally arrived at the territory, still feeling unsatisfied.

Using the communication module on his body, he quickly re-established contact with the cleanup crews he had previously dispatched.

Of the twenty Cleaners, only eighteen are still active, clearly two of which have been destroyed by the evil spirits of Ghost Realm Fortress.

Lin Mo wasn't surprised. This godforsaken place was dangerous at every turn, and losing two units was already beyond expectations.

The spirit storage devices on all eighteen Cleaners were collected, and then the working mode was readjusted before the Cleaners were dispersed back into other areas.

After doing all this, Lin Mo planned to return to World One to continue his cultivation.

But just as he was about to leave, he subconsciously glanced in the direction of Ghost Realm Fortress.

Over there, black mist billowed into the sky, and the ghostly fog was as thick as ink. There was a faint, extremely dangerous aura emanating from the ground.

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes. Although he was puzzled, he did not linger. With a thought, he left the area.

Meanwhile, deep within Ghost Realm Fortress, beneath an ancient altar shrouded in black mist, the Black Ghost King and eight other malevolent ghost kings, each with a different form and terrifying aura, were prostrate before a massive black pool.

The black water in the deep pool churned and swirled, and countless twisted ghostly figures howled beneath the surface. Finally, these black waters, as if they were alive, frantically converged on the white figure in the pool.

The white figure gradually solidified, eventually transforming into a woman.

Her skin was so white it was almost transparent, her features were exquisite, and her temperament was aloof, like an iceberg that never melts.

Even in this filthy place, she remained as beautiful as a lotus emerging from the water, untainted by the mud, so dazzling that people dared not look directly at her.

The black water swirled around her several times before disappearing completely into her body.

She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze as still as dead water, devoid of sorrow or joy.

With a light sway, he landed on the white jade throne beside him.

The throne, entirely white, seemed out of place yet strangely harmonious against the dark altar.

She held a snow-white rabbit in her arms, her fingertips gently stroking its ears.

The Black Demon King and all the evil demon kings bowed their heads in unison and shouted:

"Welcome back, Ghost Emperor!" The voice gathered into waves, lingering in the black mist for a long time.

The Ghost Emperor simply lowered his eyes and continued stroking the rabbit in his arms, his voice devoid of any emotion:

"How is the battle going?"

The ghost kings began to report one by one.

The first to speak was the Bone-Eating Ghost King, who guarded the western front. He was exceptionally tall, covered in bone armor, and his voice sounded like two pieces of rusted iron rubbing together.

He lay prostrate on the ground, reporting the situation on the western front in a calm tone:

"Your Majesty, all twenty-one ghost fortresses on the western front have been captured, and the remaining ghost soldiers have been forced into the Yellow Springs tributary."

Eight hundred thousand souls were captured and have all been taken to the altar for the Ghost Emperor to enjoy.

The Ghost Emperor closed his eyes and only uttered a soft "hmm".

The second to step forward was the Ghost King with a face as white as paper, wearing tattered armor, and always seeming to be smiling when he spoke.

"Your Majesty the Ghost Emperor, all fifteen ghost cities on the southern front are now in my hands."

Yama's reinforcements have been cut off by his subordinates seven times, so they are no longer a threat.

Three hundred Yin Generals of the True Immortal rank were also captured and refined into spiritual materials, which will soon be sent to the Ghost Emperor's palace.

The Ghost Emperor remained noncommittal, only gently stroking the white rabbit in his arms.

When it was the third ghost king's turn, he prostrated himself on the ground, his voice pleading:

"Your Majesty the Ghost Emperor, the Eastern Front..."

The advance on the eastern front has been slightly slowed by the large-scale reinforcements sent by Yama, but his subordinates have already mobilized a large force to encircle the enemy, and they will surely be able to capture the last five ghost towns soon!

Before he could finish speaking, the Ghost Emperor slowly raised his slender white hand and reached out to grab him from the air.

Before the ghost king could even utter a sound, an irresistible force gripped his throat from afar, lifting his entire body into the air.