Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses

True Monarch Blessed Land, a stretch of continuous mountains, lush with forests and crisscrossed with ravines, spreading wide for hundreds or even thousands of miles.

In an area within, an extremely shocking spiritual qi fluctuation was erupting, along with earth-shaking roars.

“Roar!”

A demon towering six to seven hundred zhang high, with a rock-like dark yellow body, resembling mountains, and four pillar-like legs beneath it, had its gruesome giant claws clutching the ground.

Above its body were three long necks, each occupying over half the height of the body.

The heads resembled those of lizards magnified countless times, with golden eyes radiating fierce light and sharp teeth glistening coldly.

Its appearance could perhaps be called a Three-Headed Long-Necked Dragon Demon.

The Three-Headed Long-Necked Dragon Demon was engulfed in flames, surrounded by rolling white clouds, with thunder and lightning, striving to fend off the various spiritual lights attacking from all sides.

Among them were sharp and agile flying swords, inscrutable talismans, and various unique attack magic techniques…

Over twenty cultivators with strong auras stood in the air around the Three-Headed Long-Necked Dragon, exerting effort in casting spells for a brutal beating.

Despite its massive aura, the Three-Headed Long-Necked Dragon Demon could not withstand such high-intensity beatings from so many cultivators.

Soon its body was covered with wounds, blood was flowing, forming scarlet streams underfoot.

When its aura weakened to the extreme.

A handsome young male cultivator in a yellow brocade robe, with a green jade hairpin, floated in front of it.

A bright orb the size of a fist appeared above his head.

Red as the dawn, it sparkled, engraved with numerous complex ancient runes, like the rising sun, unstoppable.

“Taiyi’s righteous path, the mysteries of myriad ways.”

Zhao Wushuang’s face was indifferent, manipulating the talisman-seed.

In an instant, a golden giant sword over a hundred zhang long was released, slashing horizontally and severing all three necks of the Three-Headed Long-Necked Dragon!

The Three-Headed Long-Necked Dragon Demon, comparable to the peak of the Fifth Bloodline Transformation, was slain, collapsing like a mountain, cleaving the earth, and sending rocks flying and whirlwinds rising.

After the Three-Headed Long-Necked Dragon Demon died.

A muffled rumble suddenly echoed from deep underground.

A wisp of translucent clear qi, three chi long, surrounded by faint seven-colored light, soared from the earth, as if returning to the heavens.

Zhao Wushuang witnessed this, and a trace of joy appeared on his otherwise calm face.

He operated his spiritual essence, took a sharp breath, and from hundreds of zhang away, he inhaled the wisp of clear qi into his mouth.

In the next moment, his face became ruddy, and his aura began to surge, instantly breaking through the current limits of his power.

’Boom!’

A six-layered glass tower rose above his head, radiating light comparable to that of the sun and moon.

The most captivating sight for other cultivators present were four vague black silhouettes standing at the four corners of the tower’s top, each nine zhang and nine chi high, with forms that seemed real yet illusory, with unfathomable auras.

’Whoosh!’

A black silhouette instantly broke through the void, moving far faster than ordinary cultivators, with few present able to trace its path.

It soon rushed towards a three-zhang-high rock, crashing straight into it without dodging.

Its body penetrated the rock directly, from which it dragged out a panic-stricken middle-aged man in blue.

“Where did this interloper come from, lurking aside with what intent?” The Taiyi Sect True Inheritor, Jiang Hui, stepped out and shouted harshly.

“I was just passing by, drawn by the commotion,” the cultivator said bitterly.

He truly regretted his impulsive curiosity.

He had only come to check out the skirmish, hoping to take advantage, only to hit an iron wall.

“How did you get in?” Zhao Wushuang asked, frowning at the unfamiliar face.

“Umm, Daoist Zhao, I followed others in… The Red Hero of the Northern Domain defeated the bridge-keepers, allowing us entry.”

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked.

They hadn’t expected that in just a few days, the Red Hero’s prowess had surged considerably, defeating a demon king’s progeny in just a few moves, an extraordinary feat.

“This individual must not remain!” Jiang Hui declared viciously.

Having been defeated by the Red Hero before, he dared not underestimate him in the slightest.

Combined with the Red Hero’s terrifying pace of improvement, it instilled considerable fear even in him, the True Inheritor of the Taiyi Sect.

“If encountered, just crush him casually,” Zhao Wushuang said indifferently, his face still expressionless.

Upon hearing Zhao Wushuang’s words, everyone’s spirits lifted.

“Daoist Zhao has already ascended to the Sixth Layer of the Spirit Platform, the Red Hero, however formidable, could not be his match!”

“Fifth Layer Spirit Platform condenses the true form, Sixth Layer Spirit Platform summons celestial soldiers!

Zhao’s brother just needs to control one celestial soldier to capture the Red Hero, not to mention he now has four celestial soldiers right after his promotion!”

The path from Foundation Establishment to the Golden Core is extremely arduous, akin to a heavenly path, mainly because of the difficulty in building the Spirit Platform.

The Spirit Platform Realm is divided into nine layers, each representing different levels, and the higher one goes, the closer one is to the Great Dao, making the gap larger.

In the history of the Cultivation Realm, some even suggested separating the Spirit Platform Realm independently from Foundation Establishment.

The black silhouettes condensed at the Sixth Layer of the Spirit Platform are called celestial soldiers because they possess a negligible trace of law power, being semi-real and semi-illusory, immune to damage from swords and magic, making them exceedingly troublesome.

When cultivators at the fifth layer of the Spirit Platform encounter those at the sixth layer, they’re almost no match, as escaping is challenging due to the existence of celestial soldiers.

Therefore, in everyone’s mind, it seemed impossible for Lou Yi, no matter how impressive his combat power, to be a match for a Daoist at the Sixth Layer of the Spirit Platform.