Gou Zai Liang Jie as a Human Gu

"Summon Danxia".

Lin Mo activated the [Hero Card]. The next moment, he felt a chill run through his body as a cold wind entered his tailbone. This cold energy traveled up his spine and instantly chilled his limbs and bones.

"You're inside already?"

I didn't feel anything.

The next moment, Lin Mo felt his brain start working at high speed, and his thinking ability was rising rapidly.

The world changed in his eyes.

When I first saw the wonders of the universe, I felt somewhat confused, as if I were looking at a tangled mess of threads.

Looking at it now, although it's still a mess, it seems to have some clues and I can understand a thing or two.

He looked down at the foot of the mountain.

A phrase automatically popped into my mind: "Earth (未土), the yin earth of the earth, fire is hidden within the earth, its nature is dry and hot, and thick earth buries metal!"

This is so mysterious and profound, containing knowledge of destiny. If it were before, Lin Mo would definitely only know its literal meaning, but not its underlying principles.

But at this moment, his mind suddenly cleared up as if a generator had been installed.

This sentence can be simply explained as follows.

Although Wei is Yin Earth, it is very hot and dry soil. When metal is buried in this thick soil, it cannot be nourished and transformed by the soil. Instead, it is continuously baked and consumed by the fire hidden in the soil. Originally, the soil should have generated metal, but instead, the soil wrapped around the fire bullied the metal.

Lin Mo's gaze was focused on the people and zombies in Qingshui Town.

The survivors' sweat, mixed with blood, dripped onto the ground, silently nourishing the soil.

Outside the town, new zombies continue to spawn.

"Humans belong to water, and yin water moistens the earth; zombies belong to wood, and wood dries up the earth..."

He looked up at the sky and saw that the invisible barrier on the mountaintop was indestructible, and he suddenly realized the truth.

"So that's how it is."

The earth constantly produces zombies, which is intended to loosen the soil and guide the heavy earth energy.

To put it bluntly, dry soil does not produce gold; instead, it traps gold, preventing its production. If one wants to generate gold energy, it needs to consume soil energy.

Wood-based soil, water-moistened soil, soil generates metal.

At this moment, the dry soil needs to be moistened with yin water.

A small amount of yin water can moisten the dry and hot soil, preventing the dry soil from directly brittle the metal, while keeping the soil moist and vibrant, so that the process of soil generating metal can continue steadily and will not cause the problem of soil scorching and metal breaking.

Where does the Yin Water come from? From the bodies of living people in Qingshui Town.

The golden energy was born and, drawn by magical power, formed an indestructible barrier in the sky.

"What a fine lineage of immortal disciples! They actually use mortal lives as consumables in their formations to power the Five Elements. In the eyes of you Red Immortals, are mortal lives not lives at all?"

Lin Mo cursed the insects and continued to examine how to break the formation.

Wastewater is impossible.

Yinshui is a living person in the town and must not be slaughtered.

The key to breaking this formation lies in breaking the earth and cutting the wood.

Cutting down the wood means killing all the zombies.

But the zombies keep emerging from the earth, endlessly regenerating and never drying up.

It's simply impossible to eradicate them all.

That leaves only one option.

Break the earth!

Lin Mo's spiritual sense immediately shifted underground to explore the secrets within this yin soil.

……

[The Rakshasa Forges the Demon Cauldron] (External).

In the eyes of ordinary people, Qingshui Town, which spans hundreds of miles, remains unchanged.

It was rather quiet. In the mountains and forests, no insects or beasts could be seen. The inn was quiet, and the town was empty, with not a single person in sight.

This situation spread all the way to the outskirts of Thunder Dragon City.

A troop was stationed outside the city at that moment.

The Armor-Piercing Battalion was a main force that the imperial court suddenly recalled from the southeastern front.

There were a total of 3,000 men, led by the garrison commander Zhang Zhiyuan.

Zhang Zhiyuan also has a secret identity: the Embroidered-Clothed Guard, and the superior of Xu Shu, the Xuanwei.

Xu Shu secretly arrived at the camp to report intelligence.

Zhang Zhiyuan's gaze drifted out of the gate and down to the distant Yunxia Mountain. He frowned and asked, "What explanation does the Hall of Offerings have for this?"

Xu Shu replied, "The Hall of Offerings reports back to this humble servant, which is to refine elixirs for His Majesty."

Zhang Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice, "This is using the people as firewood and the nation's fortune as fuel to refine an elixir of immortality for His Majesty. What use is such an elixir?"

"My lord, is it really just for alchemy?" Xu Shu frowned, expressing his doubt.

Zhang Zhiyuan withdrew his gaze, his eyes sharp, and looked directly at him, saying, "Speak plainly."

Xu Shu clasped his hands in a fist and voiced his doubts: "Danxia originally intended to use the Li family's fortune and Li Muqing's cultivation to refine the Spirit Essence Pill with the essence and blood of Jianghu people, but it was sabotaged and the pill room was looted by thieves."

"Without all the ingredients for alchemy, how can he refine pills?"

Zhang Zhiyuan's eyes widened, and his brows furrowed: "You mean, alchemy is just an excuse, and he has other purposes... No wonder."

Xu Shu looked at his superior, who seemed to have suddenly realized something, and couldn't understand what he had thought of.

Zhang Zhiyuan thought about his transfer.

Why was he suddenly transferred to Yunmengze to garrison when the battle at the front was so intense?

At first, he thought it was to prevent the Queen from taking advantage of the situation to rebel.

However, the Embroidered Uniform Guard's secret order instructed him to keep an eye on Yunxia Mountain.

At first glance, Zhang Zhiyuan was definitely a sycophantic sorcerer who brought disaster to his superiors; there was nothing to be concerned about.

In retrospect, this was to keep an eye out for any potential schemes within the temple, just in case.

"What exactly are these insects trying to do?"

Zhang Zhiyuan was completely bewildered. He rubbed his temples, his martial arts spirit pulsating.

The divine will seemed very excited. It seemed that there was a great secret hidden in Yunxia Mountain, something that could help martial artists break through.

He immediately resolved to find out the truth: "Xu Shu, come with me to the Zhishou Temple. I need to investigate this matter thoroughly."

"Your subordinate obeys."

……

Inside the cauldron.

Lin Mo's spiritual sense broke through the shallow surface and plunged into the depths of the earth.

The entire area beneath Qingshui Town is covered by a thick, stagnant foundation of Weitu (a type of ancient Chinese earthen formation), with layers of hot, dry earth energy piled up, also containing karmic fire. Ordinary cultivators dare not venture deep into this place, let alone stay for long.

But Lin Mo was completely unharmed.

He was tempered and reborn from the fire of karma in his sea of ​​consciousness, and his spiritual consciousness possessed special lightning and fire attributes. He was born to restrain the hot earth energy underground, and was not afraid of the scorching fire of karma. He traveled down the road as if walking on flat ground.

One hundred li, two hundred li, three hundred li...

As his spiritual sense continued to delve deeper, he still couldn't touch the array's barrier; all he encountered were boundless layers of rock and an increasingly restrained, chilling fire aura.

This fire is no longer the karmic fire that scorches the soul, but rather the Ding fire within the Wei earth, belonging to the Yin fire of the earth, hence it is called "Fire Under the Mountain".

It is a smoldering fire burning beneath the earth, unseen by light, dedicated to eroding the metal's essence within the soil.

As his spiritual awareness deepened, the Ding Fire energy became increasingly concentrated.

"I want to see where the root of this Wei Earth Formation's core is hidden."

Lin Mo gritted his teeth and focused his mind, sparing no effort to overdraw his spiritual energy source, and continued to probe downwards.

He stretched his spiritual awareness to its limit, his mind went blank, and his temples throbbed, but he still refused to stop.

It is unknown how many miles it has sunk.

The scorching heat of the earth suddenly dissipated.

The thick rock layers were replaced.

Lin Mo's spiritual consciousness was plunged into darkness.

An ancient, desolate, and deathly silent darkness.

Not a ray of sunlight could be seen.

Only the aura of Ding Fire surged forth.

Very rhythmic.

It occurs once every eighteen breaths, in a rhythmic pattern resembling the surging of an earth spring.

However, underground springs would never be so regular.

What exactly is hidden underground?

Just as Lin Mo was wondering, a ray of light pierced through the deepest part of the boundless darkness.

It's like a narrow canyon that suddenly appears in the underground rock strata, as majestic as a mountain, making people look up in awe and want to worship.

This ray of light immediately attracted Lin Mo's attention, and he used his spiritual sense to move closer to it.

Nearly.

He then realized that the beam of light was much narrower and taller than he had imagined.

If it were on the ground, it would be as towering as Mount Hua.

The narrow passage suddenly opened up.

The intense white light shot out instantly, and Lin Mo's spiritual consciousness was unable to resist, suffering severe damage in an instant.

On the mountainside, Lin Mo let out a muffled groan, and two scarlet lines of blood suddenly oozed from his tightly closed eyes.

My head was buzzing, as if I had been hammered hard, and I was dizzy and disoriented, not knowing which way was which.

After a long while, Lin Mo finally recovered and opened his bloodshot eyes.

He saw it clearly: within that white light, there was a pure, extremely bright crimson-gold radiance—a vertical golden pupil.

That wasn't a crack in the rock strata, nor was it a change in light and shadow.

Those are eyes.

The eyes of a ferocious beast that has slept for countless years.

An eye that, when opened, is as majestic as a mountain.

With such enormous eyes, how enormous must this ferocious beast be?