I, a centenarian, sweep through the gates of immortality.

Lin Feng's self-disclosure exceeded everyone's expectations.

After the raging resentment of the Wanling Banner subsided, they were at a loss and couldn't even come up with a solution.

"Lin Feng self-destructed! How could he self-destruct?!"

"I haven't found the whereabouts of that Yin Pill yet, how could he be dead?!"

The price Venerable Xuanming paid for seizing the Yin Pill to prolong his life was far too high; he almost destroyed the entire sect.

Now things are really messed up. We haven't found the Yin Dan, we don't even have a single clue, and all our efforts have been in vain.

Xuanming Venerable rushed to the Myriad Spirits Banner like a madman, frantically pulling at the banner. After Lin Feng's self-destruction, the remaining flesh and blood of his body trembled continuously, some even falling onto Xuanming Venerable, making him look even more like a blood-soaked madman.

"Lin Feng!"

Venerable Xuanming roared incessantly, venting his anger.

He even tried to probe his divine sense into the Myriad Spirits Banner, hoping to pull out Lin Feng's remaining soul.

However, apart from the surging resentment within the Banner of Ten Thousand Spirits, he could find nothing else.

The leaders of other sects also seemed extremely helpless.

They had searched the entire tomb of the Underworld Emperor, but found no trace of the Yin Pill. The only person who might have known a clue, Lin Feng, had even self-destructed, meaning their efforts had been completely in vain.

"Ugh!"

"Never mind, that Yin Pill was originally a possession of the Demonic Sect. Now that it has disappeared, it is a good thing for the world."

"Let's go back."

These people didn't even bother to comfort Venerable Xuanming; instead, they glanced at Xuanqing Temple and left.

The other elders of Xuanqing Temple also looked extremely grim.

Now that the Yin Pill cannot be found, Venerable Xuanming, as the sect leader, probably won't live much longer.

The sect's young disciples had also been mostly killed, leaving the entire sect not only severely weakened but practically wiped out.

After a long silence, the elders approached Venerable Xuanming and asked, their faces ashen.

"Sect Leader, what's next..."

Venerable Xuanming slowly rose to his feet, his gaze as gloomy as a stagnant pool, his tone icy cold.

"Properly dispose of their bodies."

"I'm going into seclusion!"

After saying that, Venerable Xuanming's figure disappeared in a flash.

The elders inside had no choice but to follow the order.

"I hope the sect leader can successfully break through."

Even if we don't achieve a breakthrough, if we can find a way to survive, we still have the possibility of making a comeback.

After a moment of lamentation, the elders began to clean up the corpses of the Xuanqing Temple disciples.

Lin Feng saw everything they did.

After his physical body self-destructed, Lin Feng did not die completely. His soul was attached to the Myriad Spirits Banner and, with the help of the remnant souls of the two Underworld Emperors, he managed to survive.

Seeing that the leaders of the major sects had all left and Venerable Xuanming had gone into seclusion, Lin Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, the Myriad Spirits Banner left behind by the Underworld Emperor is unfathomable, and Venerable Xuanming could not detect my divine sense, otherwise I would really have died without a burial place."

"I'll wait until these elders lower their guard, then I can find an opportunity to leave."

Although he lost his physical body, Lin Feng could still maintain some control over the Myriad Spirits Banner with the help of the remnant souls of the two Underworld Emperors.

As long as these old guys don't pay attention to Lin Feng, he will have a chance to leave.

After the elders finished disposing of the corpses of the Xuanqing Temple disciples, they finally focused their attention on Wanlingqi.

"What should we do with this Banner of Ten Thousand Spirits?"

"It seems inappropriate to leave such a malevolent object from the demonic sect within the temple. However, since the sect leader has gone into seclusion, he has not provided any instructions on how to dispose of it. Let's just put it in the treasure vault for now."

Several elders carried the Myriad Spirits Banner and placed it in the treasure vault of Xuanqing Temple.

They were unaware of Lin Feng's presence along the way.

Once he was sure no one was paying attention to him, Lin Feng finally felt relieved.

"You may leave now."

The once bustling Xuanqing Temple has become extremely deserted after Lin Feng killed most of its disciples.

In the middle of the night, Lin Feng manipulated the Myriad Spirits Flag and quietly left the treasure vault without attracting the attention of anyone else.

Thus, Lin Feng quietly hid in a mountain forest, pondering his next plan.

"I died from my body exploding, and my physical body is completely destroyed. It has been residing in the Banner of Ten Thousand Spirits for a long time, and it will be devoured sooner or later. I must find a way to rebuild my physical body."

Lin Feng had not been practicing for long, and he had little understanding of techniques like reshaping the physical body, which were extremely difficult.

Without outside help and without any resources, it is almost impossible to reshape the physical body.

Then, there is probably only one path left for him.

That is possession.

He possesses the body of an ordinary person to survive temporarily, and then plans for something else.

"Ugh."

Lin Feng sighed.

"I never thought I'd end up doing this kind of thing."

Even though Lin Feng was unwilling, he had no choice but to survive.

After lying in wait in the mountains for several days, Lin Feng encountered many woodcutters, but most of them had no spiritual roots. If he were to possess such ordinary people, it would not only be of no help to Lin Feng, but would also become a burden.

However, there are very few people with immortal roots in these mountains and fields. For several whole days, Lin Feng did not see a single one.

Because the major immortal sects frequently select disciples, those with talent are basically all chosen, leaving only ordinary mortals.

Lin Feng couldn't go to those immortal sects to possess bodies, as that would be tantamount to suicide.

"What should we do?"

Just as Lin Feng was filled with worry and didn't know what to do, several whooshing sounds suddenly came from not far away.

Several young demonic cultivators dressed in black robes arrived in a flash and stopped not far from Lin Feng, muttering complaints.

"After all that effort and so many deaths, they didn't even find a hair on the ground."

"Not to mention the Underworld Emperor's Yin Core, even some ordinary magical treasures were stolen by those scoundrels!"

"I really don't know what the Underworld Emperor was thinking. Why would he leave his tomb in the Central Plains? Didn't he know that this was the territory of those scoundrels?"

"Let's stop thinking about the Tomb of the Underworld Emperor. It's all in the past. Let's think about our upcoming trip to the City of Sighs."

"What's there to think about? If we want to get to the City of Sighs, the most important thing is to increase our strength. Right now, the Central Plains is in chaos, so let's kill more civilians and use their flesh and souls to increase our strength!"

At this point, these demonic cultivators fixed their gaze on the surrounding mountain people, their eyes flashing with resentment and longing, ready to unleash a massacre at any moment.

However, what they didn't know was that a pair of eyes were also watching them from the shadows.

Lin Feng, hidden within the Myriad Spirits Banner, looked at the few demonic cultivators and said coldly.

"You've come at just the right time!"