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

Several lightning patterns appeared in succession, and the lightning tribulation descended.

As several bolts of lightning struck, the entire ancient ruins sank.

A blood-red light curtain stretched out above the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons, and the lightning bolts struck it, only creating large ripples.

The second bolt of lightning followed immediately, but it still failed to reach the roof of the palace.

Demonic energy spread outwards from the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.

The mountains and forests withered and died, the rivers turned black, and herds of mythical beasts lay dead on the ground.

When they got up again, black mist was emanating from their bodies, and they turned and pounced on the surrounding cultivators.

All sides were in complete chaos.

Some activated escape talismans, some fled on swords, and many more headed straight for the ancient immortal gate deep within the secret realm.

The celestial light there covered hundreds of miles, making it the only place where everyone could escape the demonic energy.

In a short time, most of the ruins were engulfed by demonic energy.

Hua Meiniang and the others were also retreating towards the Immortal Sect.

She looked up and saw Qin Mo being held in the Empress's hand, and stopped in her tracks.

"The master is still up there!"

Hua Meiniang gripped the blood needle tightly.

Cang Wuyue grabbed her, the Ancestral Master's Token in her hand was so hot she could barely hold it.

The pressure from high above was too intense; they couldn't even fly. Rushing up would only mean certain death.

Sikong Ji raised the Purple Lightning Longbow.

The lightning bolt had just gathered on the bowstring when the Heavenly Demon Empress merely glanced down at it, and the lightning arrow dissipated from the bowstring.

Sikong Ji's tiger's mouth split open, and the longbow almost slipped from his grasp.

"Don't move, you can't save him."

Cang Wuyue gritted her teeth and held her down.

The three could only follow the crowd back toward the Immortal Gate, their eyes fixed on Qin Mo.

High in the sky, Qin Mo's limbs were bound by demonic energy.

The empress lifted him by the shoulder and shielded him to her side.

The female immortal opposite stood on a high white jade platform, her snow-white dress spread out, and celestial light covered the other side of the sky.

Celestial light and demonic energy collided continuously.

The mountains below collapsed in large sections, and the cracks extended all the way beyond the Twelve Gates.

The female immortal raised her hand, and the surrounding lightning patterns stopped.

"Leave the man to me."

She was expressionless.

The Nine Netherworld Demon Empress gripped Qin Mo tightly, and a blood-red imperial throne formed behind her.

"I searched for ten thousand years to finally find a Primordial Five Elements Dao Body. What makes you think you can just ask for it?"

Neither of them moved their lips, but their voices were directly imprinted into Qin Mo's mind.

The cultivators on the ground could only see two figures facing each other, but could not hear a single word.

Qin Mo was enduring the combined attacks of two divine energies, and his skull was throbbing with pain.

He forcefully activated the Qiankun Transformation Furnace to protect his soul.

The female immortal's gaze fell upon him.

"He is the key to opening the gates of heaven."

The Empress let out a soft laugh, and the demonic energy behind her surged.

"Finally telling the truth? You've been raising Eastern Continent cultivators for so many years, weren't you just waiting for today to reap the rewards?"

Qin Mo felt a tightness in his chest upon hearing this.

They've taken in cultivators from the Eastern Continent?

What kind of website are you looking for?

The Empress did not stop.

She had waited too long, and now she revealed all the secrets hidden in the ancient ruins.

This ancient site opens once every ten thousand years.

The so-called inheritance, elixirs, bounties, and the twelve trials are all bait set out by the female immortal.

The cultivators who enter here fight each other to seize resources and then use the spiritual objects in the ruins to improve their cultivation.

Once they reach the Ancient Immortal Gate, the spiritual power, blood and soul accumulated in their bodies will be completely drained by the Immortal Gate's grand formation.

Those once-disappeared prodigies did not die at the hands of the ferocious beasts of the Lost Realm.

They were all eaten by the ancient immortal sect.

The few who managed to escape alive were deliberately left behind by the female immortal.

These people returned to the Eastern Continent with spiritual medicines and cultivation techniques. Seeing the benefits, various forces continued to send their talented disciples in.

One batch after another.

The ancient opportunities that cultivators from the Eastern Continent have been vying for for countless years have turned out to be a complete scam from beginning to end.

Qin Mo's back was covered in cold sweat.

He looked toward the Primordial Immortal Gate.

A dense crowd of monks was converging on that spot.

Some were relieved to have escaped the demonic realm, some stayed inside the celestial light to heal their wounds, and others urged their fellow disciples to hurry in.

They thought they had found a way to survive.

But that door is waiting to swallow them up.

Qin Mo thought of Hua Meiniang, Cang Wuyue, and Sikong Ji, as well as Su Qingyi, Shen Ruoyan, Xu Qingqing, and the people from Yunyu Palace who were still in the ruins.

They are all on the harvesting list.

The Empress raised her hand and pointed towards the Immortal Gate, her expression mocking.

"Have you gathered enough this time? You don't need to leave a single one of those people inside the sect alive. Drain them all, and you'll be able to gather the last bit of strength."

The female immortal did not refute.

This silence made Qin Mo's hands and feet go numb.

Everything the Empress said was true.

This is the last time it will be opened.

The female immortal no longer needs any living people to promote the Primordial Ruins; everyone who enters must die.

The female immortal looked at the empress, her immortal light suppressing the ever-expanding demonic energy.

"You want to stop me?"

The Empress raised her hand to straighten her sleeves.

"I don't care who you kill or how much cultivation you take. I just want to go back. After you finish this, we'll open the Heavenly Gate together."

She glanced down at Qin Mo and added another sentence.

"At that time, I will also give you a generous gift."

Qin Mo's teeth clenched as he listened.

These two women have already used everyone in the ruins as sacrifices.

What they were fighting over was his key and who could return to their original world first.

The female immortal remained silent for several breaths before finally withdrawing her immortal light.

She neither saved Qin Mo nor continued to obstruct the Empress.

The white jade platform began to rise, and a heavy turning sound came from within the Primordial Immortal Gate.

The spiritual energy from all twelve palaces was drawn to it, and dense runes lit up the surface of the immortal gate.

Preparations for the harvest have already begun.

Just as Qin Mo was about to struggle, his vision was obscured by demonic energy.

The Empress grabbed him and led him into the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons.

The surrounding scenery was stretched into long lines, and the body lost its sense of weight.

When his feet touched the ground again, he was standing in a dimly lit hall.

The palace gate was a hundred feet high, with rows of demon statues standing on both sides.

Qin Mo turned around to look for the Empress, but there was no one behind him.

The demonic energy that had been pressing down on him had dissipated, and the Qiankun Furnace had resumed operation.

He immediately took out the communication jade talisman.

The jade talisman did not react at all.

This place is isolated from the outside world.

Qin Mo paced back and forth a few steps, his mind filled with images of the crowd in front of the Ancient Immortal Gate.

Once the Immortal Sect's grand formation is activated, Hua Meiniang and the others will not be able to escape.

He possesses a transformation furnace, a Five Elements Golden Body, and two newly subdued Nascent Soul ferocious dragons.

However, these trump cards were far from enough to deal with the reaping array left behind by the female immortal.

Footsteps could be heard outside the hall.

Yu Linglong walked in carrying the black and red magic lamp.

She changed into a clean black dress, her snow-white shoulders exposed under the light, and the wounds on her body had disappeared.

Qin Mo immediately became alert.

Yu Linglong stopped a few feet away, stared at him for a moment, and a playful look appeared on her face.

"Should I call you Qin Mo now, or Chu Wuming?"

Qin Mo pressed his palm against the storage ring, remaining silent.

Yu Linglong took two more steps forward.

"Or should I call you the Masked Pill King?"

Qin Mo's breath hitched.

He never told anyone about these identities at the same time.

Yu Linglong placed the magic lamp aside and her gaze traveled from his face down to his dantian.