Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses

Chapter 524: Chapter 501: Entering the Yin Fiend Realm Again

After more than six months of cultivation, Lou Yi’s clone’s cultivation had risen from one-tenth of the main body’s level to the maximum limit of thirty percent.

In the clone’s vision, a translucent attribute panel also appeared:

[Name: Lou Yi – Clone]

[Age: ?/?]

[Realm: Martial Artist～Martial Saint, Two-star Body Cultivator, Qi Cultivation Fifth Level]

[Cultivation Technique: Yellow Extreme Breathing Technique, Profound Yin Technique, Stellar Body Tempering Technique]

[Skills: Surging Tide (Perfection), Lou’s Axe Skill (Perfection), Light Body Technique (Great Achievement), Companion Martial Skill·Body into Sword, Companion Martial Skill·Liu Li Protective Armor, Secret Skill: Dragon Piercing Technique – Fragment (1)]

[Magic: Corpse Control Technique (Perfection), Yin Qi Arrow (Perfection), Initial Understanding of Array Techniques (Perfection)…]

[Talent: Disguise (Minor Achievement)]

[Detection: Yes/No]

[Simulation:/]

[Energy: 225]

The clone only had thirty percent of the main body’s strength, so the equivalent levels of martial and immortal paths were reduced.

However, with his powerful companion martial skills and rich combat experience, Lou Yi could still perform at the Foundation Establishment Level.

Most martial techniques and spells were replicated, but currently, only the talent ’Disguise’ could be replicated.

The detection function of the attribute panel remained, while the simulation function had disappeared.

Additionally, energy could be transmitted in real-time between the main body and the clone.

If the clone acquired a large amount of energy, it could be transferred back to the main body, and the main body could also endow the clone with a portion of energy.

Lou Yi left the sect with his clone.

Watching the clone gradually disappear into the distance, his viewpoint instantly became twofold, as if two displays were in front of him, a rather novel sensation.

Even at a distance of over a hundred miles, Lou Yi could still feel the perspective of the clone.

However, the resolution of the picture decreased somewhat compared to before, likely becoming increasingly blurred with distance.

Half a day later, He City, Lingfeng Pavilion.

“This time, you are going to the Yin Fiend Realm to collect Soul Condensation Paste from the Seventeenth Heavenly Prison.

It is said that this substance can slightly repair a shattered divine soul.

But what exactly is inside, I am not too sure either,” sitting opposite Lou Yi’s clone was Jia Hong, the Holy Daughter of the Yellow Springs Sect, dressed in a white skirt and veil with an extraordinary demeanor.

“What do you want me to do?” Lou Yi asked.

“Just like last time, place this item in the First Heavenly Prison, or as close as possible if that’s not viable.” Jia Hong extended her pristine hand, revealing a delicate leaf made of white jade.

Its texture was clear, and it exuded a faint woody fragrance.

“Okay.”

Although he did not know what schemes Jia Hong might have, it was none of Lou Yi’s concern.

Besides, he was merely a clone; if he perished, so be it; he could always create another.

After Lou Yi left, a trace of puzzlement flickered in Jia Hong’s deep eyes.

“Strange, why does he feel different from last time?”

“It’s a pity I can only borrow His power occasionally; what’s not mine remains not mine after all…”

Meanwhile, Lou Yi’s clone arrived at the same mysterious underground space he had visited last time.

After removing the black cloth from his eyes, what greeted him were smooth stone walls, with countless luminous night pearls embedded overhead.

Around him were some twenty to thirty disciples of the Yellow Springs Sect, all with varying cultivation levels from Qi Cultivation Middle Stage to Late-stage Qi Refining.

Guarding the teleportation array was still that withered old man in a black robe, his face full of wrinkles.

This old man seemed to highly respect the Holy Daughter, slightly nodding to Lou Yi as a form of greeting.

Then he said coldly, “For this task, each person must obtain a bottle of Soul Condensation Paste.

If anyone fails, the recommender behind them will lose the subsequent three entry qualifications.”

With a sweep of the old man’s sleeve, dozens of white lights shot out, accurately landing in the hands of each individual.

This was a pale white jade bottle of approximately three hundred milliliters, its surface covered with intricate dark patterns, evidently prepared specifically for the Soul Condensation Paste.

Everyone stepped onto the teleportation array, and after a flash of light, they all vanished without a trace.

Yin Fiend Realm.

The sky was a dark grey, devoid of sun, moon, or any stars.

From up high, one could see countless towering peaks stretching out in all directions, basins or valleys shrouded in dense black, grey, white smoke of various colors.

Lou Yi and the others had just descended into this realm.

When a patrol in yellow robes wearing a pig-like bronze mask gracefully approached, his gaze cold and filled with murderous intent.

“Follow me.”

He seemed unwilling to utter more than a few words, barely even glancing at those present, as if they were mere pigs, unworthy of his attention.

Out of habit, Lou Yi cast a detection skill on him.

[Name: Lu Yuan]

[Age: 197/?]

[Realm: Late-stage Foundation Establishment]

[Cultivation Technique: Nine Nether Body Refining Technique]

[Magic: Nine Nether Finger, Profound Sound Doom Curse…]

’Late-stage Foundation Establishment, huh…’ Lou Yi realized that late-stage Foundation Establishment included experts with a Perfect Dao Foundation and those who had forged a Spirit Platform, not clearly visible on the attribute panel.

However, based on his sixth sense, this person did not give him an insurmountable feeling and should not have reached the level of a Perfect Dao Foundation.

The crowd followed closely behind the patrol, the air filled with the smell of sulfur, various colored smokes wafting everywhere, burning painfully as they were inhaled into the lungs.

The entrance to the Seventeenth Heavenly Prison, seen from outside, resembled the face of a gigantic beast, appearing somewhat horrifying.

The patrol wearing a pig mask suddenly had a black token appear in his hand, which he used spiritual essence to cast into the air, spinning rapidly.

The token emitted a great light, shooting a specter onto the prison’s stone door.

With a ’rumbling’ sound, the stone door sank into the ground, revealing a pitch-black entrance devoid of light, coupled with a nauseating stench.

“I will only wait for you twenty hours,” the patrol said indifferently.

Judging by his words, if they exceeded this time, they would likely be trapped in the prison, with a grim fate awaiting them.

Lou Yi reflected inwardly, feeling justified in sending a clone, the Yin Fiend Realm harbored too many unpredictable variables.

If this patrol harbored ill will, or suddenly went berserk, none present could escape the prison.

Under the patrol’s cold gaze, all disciples entered the prison one by one.

’Whoosh!’

’Whoosh!’

Upon entering the prison, everyone felt an icy, pungent wind assaulting their faces, changing their expressions.

“Everyone, the situation in the prison is unknown and fraught with danger. We should cooperate fully so that everyone can return safely,” said a handsome young man in purple, offering a kind and charming smile to the group.

With cultivation at the eighth level of Qi Refining, he was one of the strongest present.

Upon hearing this, some showed vigilance, while others were persuaded and joined his team.

“Sorry, I always work alone.” Lou Yi politely declined the invitation, his figure darting towards the depths of the prison like an arrow.

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