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

As soon as the stone steps beneath the throne were revealed, the Corpse Lord of Xuanling struggled to crawl forward.

Qin Mo stepped on its back.

Corpse Lord dug its five fingers into the floor tiles, and the corpse crystal on its chest kept flashing, as if urging it to go underground.

Sikong Ji approached, carrying the Purple Lightning Longbow.

Her snow-white clothes were stained with a lot of black ash, and her steps were slower than usual.

She glanced at the stone steps but didn't rush down.

"Take care of it first."

Sikong Ji raised his bow and pointed it at the Corpse King.

Qin Mo pressed his palm against the Corpse Lord's chest, and the devouring power of the Transformation Furnace surged forth.

The black corpse crystal quickly dimmed, and the last bit of soul flame was pulled into the furnace.

Xuanling Corpse Lord's limbs stiffened, and he became completely still.

But the furnace was not quiet.

The remnant soul of the Mirage-Clad Demon Mother huddled in a corner, enveloped in several layers of yin energy.

She kept banging against the furnace wall, trying to get into the Corpse Lord's soul flames.

Once the two remnant souls are mixed together, it will be difficult to read their memories again.

Qin Mo sat down cross-legged and channeled streams of Qi into the Furnace.

As soon as the remnant soul of the Ghost Mother touched the Qi of Heaven and Earth, a layer of gray mist was shaved off.

She curled up into a ball, her features shifting repeatedly in the mist, sometimes resembling Sikong Ji, and sometimes Qin Mo.

"Let me out, and I'll acknowledge you as my master!"

The ghost mother embraced the remnant soul, her voice trembling.

Qin Mo's fingers never stopped.

"How many people have you lied to? Can you even count them yourself?"

More than a dozen streams of Qi descended.

The black shell surrounding the remnant soul of the Ghost Mother cracked open on the spot.

She tried to beg for mercy, but her voice grew softer and softer.

The will to resist hidden in the soul was gradually erased by the Qi of Heaven and Earth.

The chemical furnace rotates even faster.

The remnant soul and the Corpse Lord's soul flame were compressed into a ball, eventually condensing into a grayish-white pill.

The pill had no pill patterns on its surface, but a blurry ghost face floated on it.

Qin Mo took it out.

A line of small characters appeared on the furnace wall.

The Ghost Soul Pill can preserve remnants of memories; they can be viewed by touching one's divine sense.

This batch consumed thirty-six strands of Qiankun Qi.

In the past, Qin Mo would have felt a little sorry for him.

Having made so much money from Sikong Ji last night, this little expense is nothing.

He held the Nether Soul Pill in his hand and sent a wisp of his divine sense into it.

The chaotic scene immediately flooded my mind.

Even before the Black Lake was fully formed, the Mirage-Clad Demon Mother had already moved into the Abyss Imperial Palace.

The Corpse Lord of Xuanling sat on the Bone Dragon Throne, with large patches of flesh still remaining on his body.

Instead of fighting, the human and the ghost were searching for something.

The scene shifts to the underground of the imperial palace.

A large amount of yin energy flowed along the stone wall, eventually converging into a pitch-black yin vein.

Xuanling Corpse Lord lay down in the center of the Yin Meridian, letting the corpse energy wash over his body.

The Mirage-Clad Demon Mother constantly changes human skin to help stabilize its soul.

They want to use the Yin meridians to recreate the corpse.

As long as his physical body does not decay and his soul does not perish, and he survives another tribulation in the underworld, the Xuanling Corpse Lord will have the opportunity to become an immortal corpse immortal.

Qin Mo opened his eyes and gently turned the Nether Soul Pill with his fingertips.

No wonder these two things have been guarding Black Lake.

Even after the Spirit Ranking was lowered, they still did not leave the Imperial Palace.

There are even greater benefits hidden here.

Sikong Ji noticed something was off about his expression and tightened his grip on the bow.

"What's inside?"

She stared at the pill and asked.

Qin Mo put away the Nether Soul Pill and turned his gaze to the Bone Dragon Throne.

"Below lies a Yin vein, and the place where they refine corpse immortals."

Sikong Ji frowned.

"Are you going to risk your life to test something again?"

Qin Mo stood up and brushed the pebbles off his clothes.

"You tormented me for so long last night, and I endured it all. What's a single Yin meridian?"

Sikong Ji paused, and the bowstring made a soft sound.

She didn't reply, but simply moved the arrowhead slightly towards Qin Mo's lower back.

Qin Mo immediately walked towards the throne.

The two walked down the stone steps.

The deeper you go, the colder the air becomes.

Black water seeped continuously from the stone wall, and white smoke rose from it when it hit the ground.

If an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator were to arrive here, their protective spiritual power would probably not last more than a quarter of an hour.

Qin Mo walked in front, using the five elements of Qi and blood to block the Yin energy.

Sikong Ji followed behind him, always keeping a distance of three steps.

As she passed through a narrow crevice in the rocks, her legs suddenly went weak, and she instinctively placed her hands on Qin Mo's back.

Qin Mo turned around.

Sikong Ji immediately stopped, his face remained unchanged, but a faint blush rose to his ears.

"Watch where you're going."

She held the longbow horizontally in front of her.

Qin Mo didn't expose her.

At the end of the stone steps stood a black wall.

Following the location in the ghost mother's lingering memories, he found nine protruding bones in the corner of the wall.

As the five elements of Qi and blood were injected in sequence, a heavy rotating sound immediately echoed from inside the wall.

The entire black wall sank downwards.

A thick, sticky ghostly aura rushed towards us.

Lightning flashed in Sikong Ji's hand, blasting away the ghostly aura that had just approached.

She looked up and paused for a moment.

Behind the wall is a circular stone chamber.

Nine soul-locking pillars surrounded the area, each wrapped with thick iron chains.

The ghostly energy in the Black Lake surged in through the cracks in the rocks and flowed along the iron chain to the center of the stone chamber.

There was a bronze alchemy furnace there.

The furnace body had cracked, but the fire inside had not yet gone out.

The grayish-white flames burned slowly against the bottom of the furnace, continuously drawing in the surrounding yin energy.

Qin Mo opened the Heaven and Earth Dharma Eye.

The array patterns throughout the stone chamber immediately became visible.

The nine soul-locking pillars are the nine key points of the formation.

They extract the ghostly energy from the Black Lake day and night, eventually sending it all into the bronze alchemy furnace.

This place has been operating for at least a thousand years.

Qin Mo stepped over the iron chains and came to the alchemy furnace.

The stove lid had long since tilted to one side.

There was only one pill in the furnace, completely black, but with nine dark gold pill patterns neatly arranged on its surface.

The corpse energy surrounding the elixir continued to churn.

As soon as Qin Mo got close, several small holes appeared in his sleeve due to corrosion.

Even after the five elements of Qi and blood covered my palm, I still felt a stinging pain like being pricked by needles.

Sikong Ji raised his bow to press down on the alchemy furnace.

"Don't touch it, the corpse energy can corrode the golden core."

Qin Mo didn't hesitate and directly grabbed the pill.

The moment the elixir entered his palm, all the ghostly flames inside the bronze furnace were extinguished.

The Nine Yin Soul Gathering Chamber also trembled, and the iron chains on the Soul Locking Pillar tightened.

A fragment of memory resurfaced within the Ghost Soul Pill.

Nine-Patterned Netherworld Tribulation Pill.

The Corpse Dao Elixir, refined over a thousand years by the Corpse Lord of Xuanling and the Ghost Mother.

Originally, it was planned that after the Yin Meridian matured, it would be swallowed by the Corpse Lord of Xuanling, thereby breaking through to the Undying Corpse Immortal realm.

Sikong Ji quickly stepped forward and grabbed Qin Mo's wrist.

"If a righteous cultivator swallows it, their physical body will immediately turn into a corpse."

Her fingers were tightly clenched.

Qin Mo, however, saw a pure Yin-Yang origin deep within the nine Dan patterns.

His Five Elements Golden Body has been stuck at the initial stage for a long time.

Ordinary golden pills have less and less effect on him, but this yin essence can temper his true bones.

The power of the Corpse Path is troublesome, but the Yin Origin is a good thing.

As long as the chemical furnace is dismantled quickly enough, it's uncertain who will eat whom.

Qin Mo looked up at Sikong Ji.

"Loosen your grip first."

Sikong Ji did not comply; instead, he gripped the reins even tighter.

"If you dare to eat it, I'll knock you out and take you away."

While she was speaking, Qin Mo flicked his wrist and the Nine-Patterned Nether Tribulation Pill was already in his mouth.

Sikong Ji's hand froze in mid-air.

The pill slid into his stomach.

The next moment, Qin Mo's body suddenly tensed up.

Black, corpse-like energy simultaneously emanated from the corners of his eyes, his nose, and his mouth.

Large patches of corpse-like markings rose from beneath the skin, and the five elements of qi and blood, which had just begun to ignite, were forced back into the bones.

Sikong Ji raised his hand to support him, his fingertips already white.

"Qin Mo, spit it out!"