What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

The once dark and deep rainforest, the dark green leaves, the brown soil—all the colors faded in an instant.

The whole world has become a bizarre painting drawn with only black, white, and gray lines.

In this semi-transparent black and white world, the appearance of matter is stripped away.

The "qi" hidden beneath the surface was clearly revealed to me.

I saw a grayish-white life force slowly flowing inside the banyan tree, and the underground water veins emitting a faint silvery sheen.

I rolled my eyes, trying to suppress the stinging sensation in them, and focused my gaze on the spot where I had just discovered the bloodstains.

Then it spreads outward little by little.

Li Qing is a descendant of the geomancer lineage, practicing feng shui and geomancy, and dealing with the earth's veins and dragon energy year-round.

His inner energy is different from that of ordinary cultivators; it must possess a quality that is close to the earth, profound and enduring.

I stared intently at the ground.

Suddenly, above the layer of grayish-white fallen leaves, I caught a very faint ripple.

It was a wisp of intermittent, pale yellow airflow.

It's like a stream that's about to dry up, standing out against the black, white, and gray background.

This pale yellow aura also contained wisps of dark red blood energy.

This was clearly left by the injured Li Qing.

"Found it."

I was overjoyed and immediately looked ahead following the pale yellow current of air.

The current of air bypassed several large trees and stumbled its way into the dense miasma forest ahead.

Behind the current left by Li Qing, I also saw several other completely different auras.

The aura emanated a mottled dark purple hue, exuding a chilling aura.

These dark purple streams of air were tightly following the pale yellow stream, like several hungry wolves that had smelled blood, relentlessly pursuing their prey.

Following the trajectory of these air currents, my gaze pierced through layers of miasma and trees, reaching deep into the rainforest.

The terrain there became even more treacherous, a place completely untouched by human hands, let alone roads.

However, the route was already completely imprinted in my mind.

"call……"

I abruptly closed my eyes, decisively cutting off the flow of cool air.

Instantly, my vision returned to normal.

The world of black, white, and gray disappeared, and the darkness of the rainforest at night once again enveloped our vision.

But what followed was a sharp, stabbing pain from deep within my eyes.

I felt a warm liquid flowing from the corner of my eye. When I reached out and touched it, my fingertip was stained with a trace of bright red blood.

It seems this move puts too much strain on the body.

Even though I have now broken through to the Demon Core Realm, the reaction after using it is still about the same as before.

Wiping the blood from the corner of my eye, I calmly looked ahead at the seemingly endless miasma forest.

Although it's unclear which faction the skilled fighters from the Southern Frontier who were chasing Li Qing belonged to, now that the route is clear, things will be much simpler from here on out.

However, off-road vehicles can no longer drive in, so for the rest of the journey, we'll have to rely on our own two legs.

Then, I didn't linger any longer.

After suppressing my malevolent aura to the extreme, I became like a ghost that blended into the night.

I took a step and silently entered the treacherous miasma forest.

Following the route I had just seen in the "Qi Observation" field of vision, I quickly continued to track it.

In the pitch-black primeval miasma forest, there are no roads, only endless vines, decaying leaves, and poisonous insects hiding in the shadows.

During the rush, I pushed the murderous energy within my body to its limit.

The jade-colored baleful energy surged through my meridians, combining with the Mountain-Shaking Force to fill my body with explosive power.

As I followed the trail, the situation became more complicated than I had imagined.

These assassins from southern Xinjiang were clearly experts in tracking.

They left almost no obvious footprints where they passed.

But I have been through thick and thin with Li Qing many times, so I am fairly familiar with some of his methods.

During my journey, I would occasionally find scattered traces of formations behind what appeared to be normal bushes or under a few oddly arranged rocks.

For example, several tree branches that have been broken and stuck into the soil in specific positions still retain faint fluctuations of the earth's energy.

That was clearly a hastily arranged illusionary formation by Li Qing, designed to delay the pursuers.

For example, some underground water that has had its flow altered creates a muddy trap around it.

Whenever I find these traces, I stop and examine them carefully to determine the general direction of his escape.

The rest of the time, I was running at full speed without sparing any effort.

During this process, if I completely lose my bearings or encounter a broken clue, I will endure the soreness in my eyes and briefly activate the "qi observation" method.

In the brief black-and-white gray world, I search for that pale yellow aura that represents Li Qing, and after confirming that the direction is correct, I quickly close the window and continue on my way.

The constant stopping and starting, the high-intensity running and mental concentration took a toll on my physical strength.

At this moment, a fine layer of sweat had already seeped onto my forehead.

Several hours later, it should have been well past midnight.

The terrain ahead suddenly narrowed.

The valley is bizarrely shaped, with steep cliffs on both sides.

As soon as I approached this awkward passage, a strong smell of blood wafted into my nostrils on the damp night breeze.

The smell of blood was mixed with an indescribable stench and burnt smell.

I immediately slowed my pace and suppressed my breathing to a minimum.

Under the cover of darkness and bushes, I crept over silently.

In an inconspicuous spot in a winding passage, a large section of vines was torn off, revealing a hidden cave that was more than half a person's height.

Outside the cave, however, lay a horrific battlefield.

Several large trees in the vicinity were snapped in half by some enormous force.

The ground was pitted and uneven, with a lot of broken talismans and charred pieces of wood scattered around.

Not far away, several corpses lay scattered in the mud.

However, the spiritual energy that had already been spread out told me that there was no longer any sign of life in this place.

After taking a deep breath, I stepped over.

I quickly glanced at the body as I approached it.

The four deceased were all dressed in the distinctive black short-sleeved shirts of southern Xinjiang, looking very capable.

Fortunately, Li Qing was not among them.

After that, I habitually put my skills as an embalmer to use and squatted down to quickly examine the bodies.

I turned over the first corpse.

The man's sternum collapsed completely, and the cause of death was a direct hit from some kind of blunt or powerful force.

Judging from the faint traces of earth energy remaining in his wounds, it must have been Li Qing who used a protective magic artifact or a feng shui killing formation to forcefully kill him.