Fantasy: I'm in a discarded alchemy room, but I can turn trash into treasure!

As soon as his feet touched the black stone, Qin Mo heard a flurry of footsteps behind him.

Xiao Kui led his men in after them.

The mist on both sides of the ancient road flowed along the ground, its color darker than that outside the altar.

When the mist touched the bones, they immediately emitted a soft, corrosive sound.

Qin Mo raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and the Qiankun Transformation Furnace began to rotate in his dantian.

The miasma that had seeped into the body was gradually swallowed up by the furnace fire.

The rate at which it can be devoured can no longer keep up with the rate at which the corpse miasma increases.

"Qin Mo, don't run!"

Xiao Kui's shouts came from afar.

Qin Mo glanced back, but his pace didn't slow down at all.

The group of people, radiating protective spiritual light, were pursuing them along the ancient road.

After several of their companions were torn apart by the Soul-Devouring Hound, they were still covered in blood, and hadn't had time to put away their magical weapons.

Xiao Kui ran in the lead, his face grim.

Half of the team behind him was gone, and the rest were all injured.

However, the twenty-three storage rings left behind by Qin Mo still kept them going.

Qin Mo glanced ahead.

The ancient road stretched into the black mist, and only a small section of the route marker on the stone tablet remained.

Further ahead, the miasma will become even heavier.

But if he stops, the people behind him will surround him.

Qin Mo gripped the Thunder Sound Sword tightly, and his figure disappeared into the mist.

At the same time, on the east side of Xuantian City.

Shangguan Yue stepped into the Xuan Tian Immortal Sect's territory and took out a silver gold token.

The golden token landed on the table, and nine beams of mysterious light immediately lit up.

Mo Yu led nine women into the hall.

They were dressed in black soft armor, with swords at their waists, and their golden aura made the servants in the hall dare not raise their heads.

Shangguan Yue pressed down on the golden token, her fingers slowly tightening.

"Mo Yu, lead the Xuan Yue Guards into the Eighth Palace."

Mo Yu knelt on one knee, raising his eyes to await orders.

Shangguan Yue looked at her and said, "If you encounter any of the Xiao family's pursuers, don't let a single one escape."

"Yes, sir."

Mo Yu stood up, and the nine Xuan Yue Guards turned around at the same time.

Shangguan Yue did not follow.

The law prohibiting combat in Xuantian City is still in effect. If she forcibly enters the Eighth Palace, it will inevitably alarm the Enforcement Division.

But by handing over the Protectorate Token, she had already made the Xiao family pay the price.

She looked north, her fingertips slowly gathering inside her sleeve.

"Qin Mo, you'd better stay alive."

Outside the entrance to the Eighth Gate, more and more cultivators were appearing.

After the news spread, all those who held the pass rushed over.

Some people carried magical implements, some had prepared talismans, and others had just bought anti-poison pills from the city.

However, the miasma at the entrance to the ancient road far exceeded their expectations.

As soon as a Foundation Establishment cultivator took a dozen steps, his protective spiritual light began to flicker.

He looked down at his arm; the skin was cracked, and black blood was dripping down his fingertips.

He opened his mouth to shout, but only a few broken breaths escaped his throat.

The people nearby quickly stepped back.

Several more cultivators rushed in, only to tumble out of the fog shortly afterward.

Their clothes were corroded and tattered, and their hands were constantly scratching their bodies, causing the exposed flesh to quickly turn black.

Someone took out the antidote, but it was too late.

More than a dozen people lay dead near the entrance, their flesh and blood disintegrating, leaving only scattered bones.

The noise stopped.

Everyone stared at the ancient road where black mist swirled, unable to take another step.

Just then, a shout came from behind the wooden table that had been set up nearby.

"Corpse-Avoiding Pill, specially formulated to cure the miasma caused by corpses on the ancient road."

Everyone turned to look.

A middle-aged man in a gray robe sat behind a table, with a dozen jade bottles beside him.

A young woman with delicate features stood beside him, holding a medicine box in her arms, her fingers constantly pressing down on the lid.

The middle-aged man patted the table.

"A recipe personally passed down by the Venerable Poison Master of a Hundred Poisons, costing ten high-grade spirit stones per piece."

The entrance suddenly exploded.

Ten high-grade spirit stones are enough for an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator to cultivate for several years.

But with those dozen or so skeletons still lying in front of them, no one dared to risk their lives to force their way through.

Someone stared at the woman: "You're saying she's a successor of the Hundred Poison Master?"

The middle-aged man revealed a hint of smugness and raised his hand to shield the woman behind him.

"Luo Hongyao is a disciple of the Poison Master. The pills she refines will guarantee your entry into the Ancient Path."

Luo Hongyao pursed her lips and tapped her finger on the medicine box.

The surrounding cultivators immediately dispersed a few steps.

The title of the Hundred Poison Master is too frightening; no one wants to get close to her disciples.

Hua Meiniang, Cang Wuyue, and Luo Xiaoman were standing at the edge of the crowd.

Hua Meiniang's shoulder wound had not yet healed, and her face was pale.

She glanced at the ancient road, then at the jade bottle on the table, and took out thirty high-grade spirit stones, pushing them towards it.

Luo Zhengnan reached out and accepted the spirit stone, his movements so quick that those around him frowned.

Hua Meiniang picked up a corpse-avoiding pill, tilted her head back, and swallowed it.

Cang Wuyue did not hesitate and then took the pill.

Luo Xiaoman hugged the little green-eared beast on her shoulder tightly and swallowed the pill.

The three walked side by side into the ancient road.

The miasma clashed with the protective aura surrounding them, and the black mist was immediately blocked.

The three women quickly disappeared ahead, but they never managed to escape from inside.

Someone in the crowd tried to take two steps forward.

The stinging sensation did not occur.

The muscles in his face relaxed, and he turned and lunged at the wooden table.

"Give me one!"

Luo Zhengnan immediately put the jade bottle into his bosom and raised his hand to press down on the table.

"Queue up, pay with spirit stones first."

The entrance was completely in chaos.

A group of cultivators huddled together, slamming their spirit stone bags onto the table one after another.

Luo Hongyao kept her head down as she counted the items, surrounded by the sounds of scrambling and fighting.

Qin Mo continued his journey along the ancient road in the distance.

The miasma had reached his chest, and the surrounding black fog kept seeping into the gaps in his clothes.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace continued to devour, but the light patterns on its surface grew increasingly dim.

Qin Mo paused for a moment and took out Xiao Yue's map.

The Yellow Springs Ancient Road marked on the map is nine hundred li long.

Three hundred miles ahead lies the entrance to the Ninth Gate.

However, that section of the route was covered in black ink, and only the three ancient characters "Broken Soul Cliff" could be seen.

Footsteps sounded behind me again.

Xiao Kui led the remaining men to catch up.

Their protective aura had cracked, and the lips of several Foundation Establishment disciples had turned black, and their steps had slowed considerably.

Xiao Kui stared at Qin Mo, raising the long sword in his hand.

"He's right ahead, don't let him get away!"

Qin Mo put away the map and turned to rush towards the direction of Broken Soul Cliff.

The black mist on both sides churned, and the ghouls hidden within emitted low hisses.

Several thin, dry hands emerged from the ground and reached for Qin Mo's ankles.

Qin Mo cleaved through the pile of corpses with a single sword strike, his body passing right through the rubble.

Half an hour later, the Cliff of Broken Souls appeared ahead.

The bottom of the cliff was covered with red pebbles, and a dozen broken stone pillars stood around it.

Copper bells hang from the stone pillars, and when the wind blows, the sound of the bells carries through the mist.

As soon as Qin Mo landed, three figures emerged from behind the stone pillars at the same time.

They wore bronze armor, their faces were covered by helmets, and each held a long black sword.

The stench of death emanated from the gaps in the armor plates, and deep pits were formed in the rubble beneath their feet.

Three powerful forces at the Golden Core level pressed down.

Qin Mo's shoulders slumped slightly as he gripped the Thunder Sound Sword tightly in his right hand.

The three crimson-armored corpses simultaneously raised their heads, their blades aimed at him.

Below the Cliff of Broken Souls, the path ahead is completely blocked.