Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses

Some had fur of iron black, with a dazzling red glow rippling across the surface of their bodies, as if metal had been tempered red-hot;

Some had inconspicuous gray fur, but their figures were somewhat illusory, seeming to flicker at any moment…

A moment later, a voice like muffled thunder sounded.

“That human called the Red Hero, according to reliable sources, has reached the Fifth Layer of the Spirit Platform, equivalent to our race’s Fifth Bloodline Transformation.

If he advances further, he may have the potential to ascend to the Golden Core.

This person harbors great hostility towards our race, and we absolutely cannot let him go unchecked!”

“It has already been reported to several of the ancestors, and they too are finding it difficult.

If it were in the main world, dealing with this Red Hero would be as easy as flipping a hand, but in the First Layer of the Abysses, it’s not so straightforward,” another rather sinister voice emerged, sending a chill down one’s spine, making one feel uneasy.

All the wolf demons knew that this was related to the ancient Laws of the Abyss.

In the First Layer of the Abysses, the cultivation of those who enter is strictly confined beneath the Golden Core of the Human Race and the Great Demons of the Demon Clan.

In the past, there were those who refused to believe and forced entry, but they quickly succumbed to catastrophic tribulation, ten deaths out of ten.

As time passed, this became an iron law, no man or demon dared to defy it.

Since the Red Hero’s cultivation is at the Fifth Layer of the Spirit Platform, they can only deploy a stronger being beneath the Great Demon to root him out.

But such beasts are none other than seeds of Great Demons, bearing the hope of their clans.

Currently, in the entire Cyan Wolf Ridge, there’s only one.

“Chiroth has already undergone Sixth Bloodline Transformation; of the vast Abyss, those whose cultivation surpasses it are counted on one hand!”

“Chiroth is preparing to break the realm, the ancestors may be reluctant to send it out, and if something goes wrong…

But if it’s not dispatched, and this Red Hero breaks through, it would be even worse!

It’s said that the ancestors have been arguing all along, and no conclusion has been reached yet!”

“Shit, if we’d known this Red Hero would be so troublesome, we should have killed him while his cultivation was ordinary!”

The wolf clan at the peak of the demon general rank fell silent.

Unknowingly, the Red Hero had grown to a point where even the enormous wolf clan could not ignore him, even the Great Demon would find it extremely vexing.

“Trust the ancestors, they will definitely not stand by idly…”

After a long time, an unwilling voice echoed in the stone forest.

…

An endless desert, stretching thousands or even tens of thousands of miles, all that meets the eye is a dull yellow, devoid of vitality.

The air is filled with a dry, scorching taste.

In a certain area of this desert, a thousand feet underground, there is a gigantic black palace.

Black mist surrounds, occasionally sharp, unknown cries of misery, female weeping, and voices of painful curses emanate continuously from the black mist.

The hall within the palace is also a domain of darkness, with the walls embedded with numerous menacing skulls, belonging to humans, wolves, apes, and other unknown various species.

Above the cracks in the ceiling, there is a frequent flow of black-red liquid like blood, emitting a fishy, nauseating smell.

At this moment, in the center of the hall, a few somewhat blurry figures are floating in mid-air.

Upon careful observation, one finds that there are no flying magical artifacts beneath their feet, yet they forcibly suspend themselves by the power of the flesh.

Each figure is veiled with a layer of shifting luminescence over their faces, making their features indistinct, their aura vast and distant, profoundly esoteric.

In the cultivation realm, except for certain special races or bloodlines, only Golden Cores and Great Demons can achieve bodily flight, unaided by external forces.

That is to say, these people are all Golden Core Masters with miraculous powers!

Below these Golden Cores, there is a group of cultivators in black robes, gray robes, and other dark garments, sitting cross-legged on the ground, many wearing masks, looking up with reverent gaze.

A somewhat ethereal voice arose:

“The disciples of the Chu Kingdom have developed well, the total number of core disciples has exceeded a thousand.

Among them, there are quite a few in high positions, which can play a significant role in critical times.

Lu Dongqing, you have done well.”

At these words, a middle-aged man from among the cultivators below, who looks rather honest and somewhat like a simple farmer, hurriedly climbed out of the group, piously knelt on the ground, and repeatedly kowtowed towards those above.

“Thank you, Master, for your appreciation. I accomplished this only with the help of the sect’s power, and dare not claim credit…”

Next, the Golden Core Masters continued to enumerate the achievements of other regions and made different evaluations.

“The core disciples in Yan Kingdom have increased by seven or eight hundred, although not as good as Chu Kingdom, it can barely be considered qualified.”

“The harvest remains scant in the East Sea area, families are rampant there, and it is indeed challenging to penetrate.

But efforts must be made, find ways to overcome the difficulties!”

“…The core disciples in Zhao Kingdom have decreased by more than fifty percent!

Fang Jing, what’s happening?” The question about the development of disciples in Zhao Kingdom was addressed by a Golden Core in a yellow robe, with a noticeably displeased tone.

With a plop, a somewhat sinister-looking young man below collapsed in a five-pointed prostration, tremblingly saying, “Reporting to the Master, Zhao Kingdom is keeping a very close watch on our Yellow Springs Sect disciples.

Also, in the past half year, many have turned to believe in this Red Hero and become his followers…”

Before he could finish, a black light descended from above.

He let out a miserable scream, and instantly turned into a puddle of black water.

The others beside him, all showed expressions of fear, prostrating on the ground, shivering, not daring to speak more.

“I don’t listen to excuses, only results,” the Yellow Robe Golden Core said indifferently.

“This Red Hero, it’s said he has reached the Fifth Layer of the Spirit Platform in the Abyss, with hope of becoming one of us,” another Golden Core spoke.

A voice seemed to come from all directions, with an impressive echo effect.

“Abyss? Fifth Layer of the Spirit Platform?” The Yellow Robe Golden Core’s tone abruptly sank, “This person has deep enmity with our sect, he must be killed before breaking the Celestial Gate! Who among you can accomplish this?”

He looked expressionlessly downward, seeing a crowd, among them not lacking in Spirit Platform-level experts.

Unfortunately, most were below the Third Level of the Spirit Platform, with hardly any having reached the Fourth Layer of the Spirit Platform, let alone the Fifth Layer.

After all, such individuals are treasures within the Yellow Springs Sect, having the potential to challenge the Golden Core.

And those whose cultivation has not reached the Fifth Layer of the Spirit Platform are probably no match for the Red Hero.

As expected, for a moment no one dared to respond to the Yellow Robe Golden Core’s command, causing him to frown involuntarily.

“I can go.”

At this moment, a female cultivator in a white dress, her face veiled, slowly strolled in from outside the hall.

Her figure enchanting, her temperament cold and aloof, despite seeing several Golden Cores, she merely gave a slight nod, not considered overly respectful.

Surprisingly, the Golden Core Masters of the Yellow Springs Sect were not offended in the least, all eyes turned to the veiled female cultivator.

In their eyes, the veiled female cultivator was enveloped in a hazy white light, mysterious and powerful.

Her cultivation even making it hard for them to discern, only knowing she is far stronger than a regular Extreme Foundation Establishment.

“So it’s the Holy Daughter, your cultivation is changing each day, maybe soon you’ll break through the Celestial Gate.” The Yellow Robe Golden Core’s words bore a hint of envy.

The veiled female cultivator bowed to the void, speaking respectfully, “Thank you for your favor, Your Excellency, allowing me as a weak woman to achieve cultivation far beyond ordinary.

However, the Golden Core realm still feels quite distant, not something achievable in a day or two.”

“If the Holy Daughter personally goes to the Abyss, that so-called Red Hero certainly wouldn’t be a match.

But fear in the Abyss encountering other dangers, we would not be able to answer to His Excellency,” another Golden Core stated.

“To work for our sect is to work for His Excellency, it’s the duty of the Holy Daughter, what does a bit of danger amount to?” The female cultivator in the white dress spoke with a calm tone, as if all danger was disposed at arm’s length.

…

The Abyss, Fangsu District.

In a concealed cave.

The Three Corpses Daoist, wounded and of low spirit as if an ordinary elder with half-white hair, lay quietly on an exquisitely crafted white jade bed, his eyes seemingly open yet closed, half-squinted.

Beside him, Lou Yi, Lin Xuan, Elder Gui, Su Xinghe gathered, seriously checking his body injuries.

“The injuries are severe, leg bones completely shattered, more than half of the ribs broken in the chest…

This is just as well, even Dantian is a mess, maliciously attacked, Spiritual Essence less than a tenth…” Elder Gui withdrew a strand of cyan light entwined around his body, giving his judgment.

Hearing this, everyone present turned grim-faced.

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