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

With his innate lightning spiritual root and top-grade chaotic physique, Sikong Ji's "Qiankun Creation Scripture" completed more major cycles within the two of them than he had ever done before.

The seal of shared desire has completely disappeared.

His mind was clear and pure, and the five elements of his body were even more abundant than before the battle.

Just as he was about to stretch his limbs, he caught a glimpse of a white figure three steps away out of the corner of his eye.

Sikong Ji lay on her side on the stone, her long hair scattered all over the ground, her snow-white dress wrinkled into a ball, large pieces of fabric sliding down her shoulders, revealing a section of skin below her collarbone.

Her cheeks were still flushed, her eyelashes trembled, and her breathing was long and even; she was clearly still unconscious.

Qin Mo's gaze slid down an inch.

He restrained himself and looked away, then cleared his throat.

so white.

As this thought crossed his mind, he subconsciously took a half-step back.

It wasn't that I was afraid of Sikong Ji, but that I was afraid that if I looked at him a few more times, the rationality I had just regained would be lost again.

He raised his hand to straighten his clothes and found that the front of his shirt had been torn open.

Finger marks ran from the collar down to the chest and abdomen, the edges of the fabric looking as if they had been forcibly torn open.

Qin Mo's lips twitched.

This force was indeed exerted by a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator.

He took out a new set of clothes from his storage ring and put them on, then squatted down to confirm the location of the recording stone.

The recording stone is still suspended on the inner wall of the light screen, which is three zhang high, and has been recording ever since the two people were affected.

When setting up the formation, he deliberately hung an extra one.

The original purpose was to record who was killed by the Underworld Emperor and to prevent disputes later.

Unexpectedly, this turned out to be a lucky accident, recording everything that happened next.

Qin Mo took off the recording stone and held it in his palm. As soon as he turned around, the hairs on the back of his head stood on end.

A purple lightning longbow was held across his throat, the bowstring taut and a lightning bolt about an inch long was attached to it.

Sikong Ji has already woken up.

She stood up, supporting herself with one hand. Her long hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulder, her dress was askew, and one shoulder was exposed.

But she didn't have time to tidy herself up; her eyes were fixed on Qin Mo, and the purple lightning deep in her pupils pulsed wildly.

Qin Mo could see clearly that her hand holding the bow was trembling.

It's not because of weakness, it's because of anger.

The flush spread from her cheeks all the way to her ears, and even her neck turned pink.

She gritted her teeth, her chest heaving violently several times, before finally managing to squeeze out a single sentence through her clenched teeth.

"Chu Wuming, you'd better give me a reason not to kill you."

Qin Mo did not dodge.

He slowly raised his right hand and showed her the photo stone.

"You need reasons? There are plenty here."

Sikong Ji's pupils contracted slightly.

Qin Mo pressed his thumb against the surface of the recording stone, and the image was projected on the spot.

In the interplay of light and shadow, just as the seven-colored mist entered their souls, Qin Mo was still gritting his teeth and enduring it, while Sikong Ji made the first move.

A strange light shone in her eyes. Suddenly, she lunged at him, grabbed his wrist, and pinned him to the ground.

The scene only lasted a few breaths.

Sikong Ji's face changed from red to white, and then from white to red again.

She abruptly turned her head away, letting out a very soft groan, as if someone had stabbed her in the heart.

Qin Mo wisely turned off the screen.

"The desire to unite hearts and minds is a two-way street; it's not just my problem."

He twirled the photo stone halfway between his fingers, his tone flat, "If you really feel like you've been taken advantage of, I can only say that I didn't actually gain much either."

He paused, then added.

"At most, it counts as half."

With a loud bang.

Sikong Ji shattered the recording stone with a single palm strike.

Fragments spilled from between Qin Mo's fingers, her hand still suspended in mid-air, her fingertips trembling slightly.

"Not even a single word of this matter will get out."

Sikong Ji's voice was so low it was almost inaudible, "I will personally break your bones."

Qin Mo rubbed the crumbs off his fingertips, wanting to say that she had almost broken his bones twelve hours ago.

But seeing her gritting her teeth and swallowing her anger, he decided to refrain from speaking ill of her for the time being.

The twelve two-hour periods of the day.

It lasted for a full half day and night.

He carefully sensed the increase in the amount of Qi within the Furnace and silently calculated the results in his mind.

Sikong Ji's innate lightning spiritual root was far purer than any cultivator he had ever encountered before, and the amount of Qiankun Qi produced in each major cycle was several times the normal value.

The gains from this round were so great that he could reforge two immortal artifacts.

Looking at Sikong Ji's aura, the barrier of the peak Foundation Establishment stage had already loosened to its limit.

The lightning essence within her body was far more refined than before the battle, and she could shatter her core and transform into a nascent soul at any moment.

Qin Mo didn't say those words out loud.

Bringing this up now is like adding fuel to the fire.

The two remained silent for a long while.

Sikong Ji slowly straightened her clothes and then pulled out a few broken strands of purple lightning from her loose long hair.

Her movements were slow, as if she was using these trivial matters to gradually suppress her emotions.

After she tied her hair back up, her face had returned to its usual indifference.

She walked to the remains of the Drunken Dream Mandarin Duck Spider, whose head had been shattered by Qin Mo, squatted down, and inserted two fingers into its abdomen to cut it open.

Blackish-green spider blood flowed all over the ground, and she pulled out a milky-white bead the size of a thumb from deep inside the spider's internal organs.

The pearl's surface is adorned with seven-colored poisonous patterns, its luster warm and lustrous.

Heavenly Net Poison Pearl.

A rare and wondrous object capable of neutralizing all poisons.

Sikong Ji put the poison bead into his sleeve and glanced at Qin Mo as he stood up.

Qin Mo was squatting on the other side of the spider corpse, using the ancient broken sword to remove the eight spider legs, and then he ignited the fire in his palm, roasting them until they sizzled and oozed oil.

When the aroma wafted over, Sikong Ji frowned and turned his face away.

Qin Mo took a bite of the spider leg, chewed it a couple of times, and his eyes lit up.

The meat is springy, tender, and fragrant, with a subtle hint of ethereal flavor.

He put the rest into his storage ring, keeping it as provisions for the journey.

He handed over a roasted spider leg.

Sikong Ji didn't even look at it, coldly tossing out, "I won't eat it."

Qin Mo shrugged and ate it himself.

After a moment, Sikong Ji spoke.

"The Mirage-Clad Demon Mother fled into the depths of the Burial Soul Lake."

Qin Mo stopped chewing and looked at her.

Sikong Ji faced the Black Lake, his tone now back to official business.

She mentioned that her family's ancient books recorded the origin of this black lake, and that there was an ancient palace called the Shenyuan Imperial Palace at the bottom of the lake, where the true form of the Mirage-Clad Demon Mother was most likely hidden.

The third task on the Spirit Ranking is still listed.

The reward for slaying the Mirage-Clad Demon Mother is the Creation Returning to Origin Pill, which can extend one's lifespan by two hundred years.

Qin Mo threw the spider leg bone into the lake.

"When will you make your move?"

Sikong Ji turned his head and gave him a cold look.

After a long pause, his lips moved.

"Now."

Qin Mo stood up, patted the oil stains off his hands, and took a few steps toward the dark lake.

The lake water surged silently, and a faint green light flickered in its depths.

He gripped the hilt of the ancient broken sword tightly, and the five elements of qi and blood slowly rose from the soles of his feet.

Sikong Ji walked to his side, holding the Purple Lightning Longbow across his chest, the lightning on the bowstring flashing on and off.

The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously leaped into the Burial Soul Lake.