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

Before the laughter from the shadows had faded, the dark figure beneath Sikong Ji's feet moved first.

The shadowy figure spread out close to the ground, and several thin threads emerged from the soles of her shoes, wrapped around her ankles, and were suddenly pulled downwards.

Sikong Ji's body sank, and the lightning that had just appeared was suppressed by the black lines.

She reached out to touch the longbow, but her fingertips barely brushed against the bow before her entire arm froze.

Qin Mo spread out his five elements of qi and blood, protecting her in the middle.

The black line collided with the blood-red light, producing a faint crackling sound, and could not advance any further.

"You really know how to pick a place."

Qin Mo stepped onto the edge of the shadow, looking down at the barely visible face. "What kind of skill is it to hide in her shadow?"

The woman in the shadows stopped laughing.

She didn't answer, but instead pulled hard, causing Sikong Ji to feel a tightness in his chest and almost fall to the ground.

Qin Mo's eyelids twitched.

The Heavenly Eye pierced through the churning shadows and first saw a black nail embedded deep within them.

The nail was covered with fine blood-like patterns, and with a muffled thud like a heartbeat, it was slowly releasing its malevolent energy.

Looking further to both sides of the imperial palace, a cluster of corpse energy lit up in the western side hall and the eastern stone chamber.

The chill spread rapidly along the floor tiles, and the lights along the way all shrank to the size of beans.

The two stone doors, which had been silent, suddenly emitted a screeching sound.

Each of them emerged from behind the door as a statue of a corpse from the palace.

Dust settled on them, their weapons dragged across the stone steps, sparking a string of dark red fire, and chilling soul fire ignited in their empty eye sockets.

The Xuanling Corpse Lord, who was being trampled under Qin Mo's feet, suddenly broke free from the ground at this moment.

Stone fragments flew everywhere, and the corpse patterns on its chest were in disarray, making it impossible to distinguish who the enemy was. It raised its hand and slapped at Sikong Ji, who was closest to it.

Qin Mo took a step to the side and gripped the back of the Corpse Lord's neck with his five fingers.

The corpse claws fell, leaving a deep crater in the floor tiles.

Using the momentum, Qin Mo twisted his body and swung the tall corpse around.

The first Corpse Lord had just raised his long sword when the Xuanling Corpse Lord smashed it down in front of him.

With a loud bang, the bone armor and the stone pillar shattered simultaneously.

The Corpse Lord's chest collapsed, and the soul fire inside was shaken and scattered wildly.

Qin Mo did not stop.

He grabbed the Corpse Lord's ankle and pulled him back, causing the Corpse Lord's head to slam heavily into the second Corpse Lord.

The two corpses fell into the side hall together, and black soul fire emerged from their shattered bodies, but was quickly extinguished by the five elements' energy.

The guards in dark armor seized the opportunity to surround them.

Qin Mo blocked the spear that was thrust at him with one hand, glancing at Sikong Ji's feet out of the corner of his eye.

The Shadow Nails are still there, and the Mirage-Clad Demon Mother is still hidden.

"Don't move."

Qin Mo pressed down on her shoulder, and reached into her shadow with his other hand.

The shadows were colder than the lake water.

The black nails were pressed against Sikong Ji's meridians, with black light constantly emanating from their tips.

The five-colored patterns on Qin Mo's arm lit up, and he stubbornly resisted the yin energy, pulling the black nail out little by little.

Sikong Ji's face paled slightly, but he remained silent.

As the last inch of nail left the shadow, the suppressed lightning energy within her body burst forth.

Purple light shot from the cuffs to the tips of the hair, causing the long hair to float slightly in the electric current.

Qin Mo crushed the black nail.

Sikong Ji bent down and picked up the Purple Lightning Longbow, the bowstring tightening on its own.

Without looking at Qin Mo, she raised her hand and fired several arrows in quick succession.

The lightning arrow pierced through the horde of corpses, and the Ghost Armor Guards fell one after another.

The exploding lightning crawled along the ground, and even the evil spirits hiding in the cracks of the wall could not escape.

When she put away her bow, all that remained in the imperial palace square were broken pieces of armor.

Beside Qin Mo's feet, the ghost skin bearing Sikong Ji's face still lay in the shadows.

Her facial features remained unchanged, without the slightest movement.

Sikong Ji turned to look at the side hall.

The moment she turned her back, Ghost Skin slid out along the ground.

His neck was stretched out, and his ten fingers transformed into sharp claws, aiming straight for her dantian.

The Heavenly Eye has already locked it away.

Qin Mo reached out and grabbed the ghost skin by the neck, his five fingers tightening.

The sharp claws stopped in front of Sikong Jiyi, just half an inch away from piercing her.

The ghost skin's face suddenly opened, revealing swirling gray mist inside.

"Let her go!"

"Take care of yourself first."

Qin Mo held the ghost skin up to his eyes.

The ghost skin struggled frantically, and countless red lines emerged from its surface.

Just as the red thread was about to slip into Qin Mo's wrist, it was blocked by the Five Elements Golden Body.

Qin Mo followed the face and finally saw the Mirage-Clad Ghost Mother huddled deep within the gray mist.

The remnant soul was only half-formed, but its spirit was covered by a black shell.

She still wanted to escape using the ghost skin, but the soul threads had already wrapped around Qin Mo's fingers.

Qin Mo pulled with his five fingers.

The ghost skin split open from the neck, tearing Sikong Ji's face in two, and a sharp scream immediately came from the gray mist.

The Yang Fire of the Five Elements poured in through the crack.

The black shell first bulged up, then was burned through by the fire.

The remnant soul of the Mirage-Clad Demon Mother, exposed to the firelight, desperately tried to shrink into the shadows.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace in Qin Mo's dantian has already started to rotate.

The furnace opening floated in front of his palm, and a powerful suction force entangled the strand of soul that was about to break.

The remnant soul of the ghost mother dragged a black trail on the ground, still being slowly pulled towards the furnace opening.

"Sikong Ji settled accounts with me last night; at least he still knows who he is."

Qin Mo stared at the distorted, ghostly face. "You have her face, and you can't even do basic math."

The demon mother's soul defense completely collapsed.

The last strand of soul was dragged into the furnace, and the ghost skin, losing its support, softly fell onto the stone bricks.

Qin Mo flicked his hand, and the sparks fell, instantly turning it to ashes.

Without the suppression of the Ghost Mother, the corpse crystal on the chest of the Corpse Lord of Xuanling suddenly burst out with blood light.

It propped itself up from the rubble, swinging its arms wildly, smashing even the collapsed palace wall beside it.

Just as Qin Mo dodged one claw, the Corpse Lord charged towards Sikong Ji again.

Sikong Jilei had just recovered, and his breathing became noticeably disordered after repeatedly drawing the bow, so he could only retreat to Qin Mo's side.

Qin Mo slapped the Corpse King's chest with his palm, and the Five Elements Qi pressed down on half of its body.

The soul flames within the corpse crystal flickered wildly, and fragments of unfamiliar scenes crashed into the Qiankun Dharma Eye along with the blood-red light.

He saw a Black Lake Palace that had not yet collapsed.

The courtiers knelt before the emperor, while the Corpse Lord of Xuanling sat on the bone dragon throne.

Someone carried in a narrow coffin. There was no name on the coffin lid, only the old seal of the Five Elements Dynasty.

The scene changed again.

Xuanling Corpse Lord stood behind the throne and personally lifted the floor tiles.

There is no burial chamber below, only a downward stone staircase.

It sent the narrow coffin inside and then pressed a piece of dragon bone back into place.

My memory fades very quickly.

The Corpse King's claws lashed out again, but Qin Mo dodged to the side and grabbed its wrist with his other hand.

Sikong Ji raised his bow to suppress the surroundings, and seeing that he had not yet made a killing move, he frowned slightly.

"What are you looking at again?"

Sikong Ji turned his face away.

"Things this corpse has seen before."

Qin Mo pulled the Corpse King back, avoiding the crack under their feet, saying, "There's a path beneath the throne."

Xuanling Corpse Lord broke free from his hand and crashed straight into the Bone Dragon Throne.

Qin Mo was about to stop him, but his gaze lingered on the chaotic soul flames on the Corpse Lord's chest.

The bone dragon throne was knocked backward and slid, a thin crack appearing in the base.

There was no corpse odor in the crack; instead, a cold wind blew out close to the ground.

Qin Mo took two steps closer, his Qiankun Dharma Eye piercing through the shattered bones.

Beneath the throne, the black stone slowly receded to both sides, revealing a stone staircase that disappeared into the ground.