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

Lin Mo did not set off immediately.

He first took out thousands of mecha girls from his spatial storage and had them collect data from the original sects, city-state ruins, and large family residences on the Eastern Spirit Continent.

The cultivation techniques, elixirs, rare and precious materials, and the magical artifacts left behind were all moved and gathered one by one.

He recalled the large number of spirit cleaners who had already gathered into his space, then turned his head to look at the Queen Mother of the West.

The Queen Mother of the West smiled and tenderly embraced Lin Mo's arm. The two transformed into two streaks of light and disappeared into the gray-white horizon of the Eastern Spirit Continent.

The Northern Cold Continent is home to many body-refining cultivators, whose spiritual souls are inherently weak. After the invasion of the Ghost Clan, it was almost the first region to be completely overrun, and its fall was even faster than that of the Eastern Spirit Continent.

However, after being assimilated by the demon race, the demons' soul strength inevitably weakens, and their spiritual quality is not very high.

The Queen Mother of the West issued another imperial decree, summoning all the ghosts of the Northern Cold Continent to a designated area.

Occasionally, some low-ranking ghosts raised questions during the process, but their voices were immediately silenced by the aura of the Queen Mother of the West, and no one could utter a single word of dissent!

The whole process went even more smoothly than expected.

Lin Mo absorbed another batch of divine soul essence during that round of containment. Although he failed to break through to the late stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, he was only one step away from that threshold.

Next is the Nanzhang mainland.

The cultivators here primarily use poison and beast taming, and generally possess stronger spiritual resilience than ordinary cultivators. However, they ultimately cannot withstand the large-scale invasion of the ghost race, and their fall is only a matter of time.

When the spirit cleaners were working on the Nanzhang Continent, Lin Mo quickly discovered that the quality of the spirits here was significantly higher than that of the previous two continents. The storage devices contained a large number of fragments of the divine souls left by demonic beasts, mixed among the ghosts, presenting a coarser and heavier texture.

Clearly, the ghosts of the Southern Continent are a level stronger than those of the Eastern Spirit and Northern Cold.

He sat in the attic, closed his eyes, and after absorbing a round of spiritual energy, he stretched his limbs with satisfaction.

"Awesome. Only the Western Continent is left."

The Queen Mother of the West wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth:

"Um.

However, not the entire continent of Xiniu was lost.

The far west is where the Western Paradise preaches; it is shrouded in Buddhist light and protected by ancient celestial arrays, preventing the ghost race from entering.

"The Western Paradise is quite formidable. Even the Heavenly Court has fallen, yet the Western Paradise remains so powerful?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Lin Mo's face.

"The main reason is that after the great war between heaven and earth and the fall of the Western Saints, the Western Heaven went into seclusion and did not emerge from the world, so its foundation was not damaged."

Even so, they could only remain in the Western Paradise, daring not to venture out.

Lin Mo nodded, not continuing the topic, and instead began arranging for the mecha girls to carry out material recovery operations among various ruins and sect remnants on the Southern Continent. He then recalled the assembled spirit cleaners into his space, and together with the Queen Mother of the West, they set off towards the Western Continent.

The far west.

Within the mountain gate, bathed in Buddhist light, the Arhat Subduing Dragon sat with his eyes closed on a lotus platform, his aura calm and even, like a stone statue submerged in still water.

A monk hurried through the corridor and stopped outside the hall door, his voice low but clearly urgent:

"Arhat Venerable One, the demons surrounding our side..."

They've all withdrawn. There are reports that they're gathering in India, in the central part of the continent of West Asia.

The Arhat Subduing Dragon slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the stone steps outside the hall gate illuminated by Buddhist light. He remained silent for a moment before speaking:

"All withdrawn?"

He was filled with doubt and wariness.

"Yes. The disciples of the aristocratic families patrolling the perimeter have confirmed that there are no more traces of the Ghost Clan within a radius of a hundred miles."

The Arhat Subduing Dragon did not respond immediately. He closed his eyes briefly, pondered for a moment, and then slowly opened his angry eyes:

"Continue to observe."

The retreat of the demons does not mean the crisis is over.

No matter what tricks they try, as long as we hold our ground, they can't get in unless the formation is broken.

The monk clasped his hands in response and retreated into the depths of the corridor.

India (Tianzhuguo).

Lin Mo's cleaners were carrying out their work in the area according to plan, with beams of searchlight sweeping across the ground and sucking the gathered demons into the containment storage devices in batches.

Meanwhile, thousands of mecha girls and engineering machines searched, collected, and archived the ruins and remnants of the former powerful families and sects, transporting all the rare and precious materials, cultivation manuals, jade slips, and undamaged magical artifacts scattered on the surface or in shallow storage to India.

The news quickly reached the ears of the aristocratic families who had taken refuge.

In a temporary resettlement area bathed in Buddhist light, several well-dressed monks were gathered in a side hall, talking in hushed tones.

Have you heard about it?

The demons outside are all gone.

"Has it already been destroyed by some powerful being?"

"have no idea!"

"What about our family's belongings? Those that we didn't have time to move to the far west..."

The speaker was an elderly man in a gray robe, who repeatedly rubbed his fingers along the edge of his sleeve before finishing his sentence.

A middle-aged monk nearby picked up the conversation:

"I sent people to check. Someone was collecting things. It wasn't the demons, it was iron golems!"

It looks like a human, but it doesn't attack us.

The old man in the gray robe remained silent for a moment:

"Well... let's send a few people out and bring back whatever we can. It's better than letting them take it for nothing."

The middle-aged cultivator nodded without saying anything more.

Soon, several small teams composed of family disciples, taking advantage of the cover of the edge of the Buddha's light, quietly slipped out from the hidden exit on the side of the far west and moved quickly towards their respective family's old site.

They moved quickly and lightly, and were very familiar with the surroundings, clearly not for the first time.

Before setting off, they were wary of whether the iron golems would attack them, but after several encounters, the mecha girls only kept their distance and did not intercept or attack them.

Their courage gradually grew. In the first round, they only took a look from afar. Later, they began to rummage through the debris scattered around the edge of the ruins. Then, they went directly into the area that the mecha girls had already scanned to look for any missing supplies.

The movements became more and more skillful, and the person became less and less reserved.

a few days later.

A team of five young disciples spotted a mecha girl moving supplies from the alchemy room at the edge of the family's medicine garden ruins.

That mecha girl had a curvaceous figure, an absolutely beautiful face, and fair skin; she was incredibly alluring!

One of the younger disciples suddenly stopped, glanced at the mecha girl, and then whispered to his companion:

"She doesn't seem like she'll fight back, so maybe we should..."

Upon hearing this, the people around him paused in their tracks and exchanged glances.