Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses

“Innate Spiritual Qi, truly endless in its wondrous uses.

A few more strands of it, and it’s not impossible for us to break through to the Seventh Layer of the Spirit Platform…”

“We must be wary of those who have entered after us, Su Xinghe, Ming Du, and that Northern Domain Red Hero, they might have made some progress as well.

In five days, the cross-world bridge will reopen, and the entrance will undoubtedly become a fierce battlefield, we cannot be careless.”

“Heh, with so many of us searching, even with the relics of Xuan Ji True Monarch as our guide, we’ve only managed to find a few strands of Qi. What do they have?

Besides, there are treasures ahead. Once consumed, our power will surely advance further!”

The three dazzling talents from Taiyi Sect Daoist Su Wushuang, Spirit Treasure Sect True Mastery Daoist, and Five Elements Sect Ningshuang Daoist drive onward, treading on radiant flying magical artifacts, chatting as they move towards the anomaly.

The aura of the three is vast and ethereal, having far surpassed what it was before they entered the blessed land.

“The likes of Red Hero are of no concern, if we encounter them now, crushing them with a single hand would suffice,” Zhao Wushuang commented indifferently, “Though that half-dragon deserves our attention, as it carries the bloodline of the current Demon Emperor, a foundation not inferior to ours.”

“The three of us, united, can contend with those at the Seventh Layer of the Spirit Platform. Where in this blessed land is beyond our reach?” True Mastery Daoist said arrogantly, his gaze disdainful.

Like the others, after gaining the innate Spiritual Qi, he has now stepped into the realm of the Sixth Layer of the Spirit Platform, making significant strides towards the Golden Core.

Reaching the Sixth Layer of the Spirit Platform already greatly increases the chances of surviving the Heavenly Tribulation, coupled with the strong foundation of the sect, he’s practically stepped into the threshold of the Golden Core.

Thinking of this, even with True Mastery Daoist’s disposition, he couldn’t help feeling a bit elated.

A Golden Core Master stands as a true titan in the Vast Sea World, any one of whom could found their own sect, benefiting disciples for millennia.

’Slap!’

Ahead of the group, a female cultivator flicked a dry, yellow thorn whip from her sleeve, lashing fiercely at the Golden Pig Demon in mid-air.

“Stupid Pig Demon, what are you staring at? Look again and I’ll stab your eyes blind!” The female cultivator scolded coquettishly, controlling the whip to lash out several more times.

’Damn you!’ The Golden Pig Demon was furious.

It was merely observing the cultivation and habits of these humans, preparing for a future escape, only to be mistaken for a lecher.

After all, in some human mythologies, their kind, the pig demons, were maliciously slandered.

In actuality, the aesthetics of their Demon Clan are completely different from those of the humans, human female cultivators, no matter how beautiful, could never compare to an ordinary sow in its eyes.

But for now, being under the eaves, the Golden Pig Demon had no choice but to endure.

’Don’t let me find an opportunity…’ the Pig Demon thought angrily in its heart, knowing a great battle was surely looming, ’Hope that despicable ambusher could create some chaos.’

Yet it couldn’t help but feel pessimistic, as the human assembly before it was far too formidable, with three at the Sixth Layer of the Spirit Platform, and nearly twenty other experts at the Fourth and Fifth Layers of the Spirit Platform.

Lou Yi was indeed formidable, but in the Pig Demon’s mind, his victories were mainly due to sneak attacks.

“Hey, if chaos breaks out later, we should flee separately to survive,” the Pig Demon transmitted its voice to the Thousand-legged Insect Demon, beginning to incite it.

The Thousand-legged Insect Demon remained expressionless, silent, its inner thoughts a mystery.

When they were less than a thousand feet away from the underground cave where the anomaly occurred, the advancing human squad markedly slowed their pace.

Because ahead, they encountered another group, an even larger assembly, also heading towards the underground cave.

“Trying to fight us for treasures?” Zhao Wushuang and the others’ expressions darkened instantly.

The new group before them was rather peculiar in its composition.

There were villagers in simple garb, numbering three or four dozen, men and women, young and old, their breaths labored due to trekking, seemingly lacking in cultivation.

Alongside them was a group of yellow-furred squirrels in aprons, wielding steeltopoiches and small shovels, more numerous than the villagers.

Typically a foot long, each squirrel stood upright, their round eyes akin to black beans, lively and seemingly highly alert.

In addition to the clustering villagers and squirrels, there were scattered other creatures.

Such as a large black dog walking on its hind legs, a brown bear wielding a stone club in its claws, a pelican with a bundle on its back…

With humans lacking cultivation, and the animals seemingly devoid of Spiritual Qi, not even regarded as demons.

Seeing such a weak troop, True Mastery Daoist and others couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Where does this troupe come from? Are they here to put on a comedy act?”

“You must admit, the squirrels are pretty cute, making me want to take one as a Spirit Pet.”

“You want something so weak?”

“Move, don’t block the old man’s way!”

Eventually, Taiyi Sect True Inheritor Jiang Hui couldn’t hold back, with a casual wave, a large dust storm of earthy-yellow sand ’whooshed’ towards the villagers and squirrels.

The villagers, squirrels, and other seemingly spiritless creatures were blown to and fro by the sudden gale, struggling to stay on their feet.

“A bunch of rubbish,” Jiang Hui scoffed dismissively.

He harbored much frustration along the way.

Because the innate Spiritual Qi was prioritized for those of Daoist-level, he had yet to gain anything.

“Probably locals, don’t mind them, let’s go straight into the cave.” Someone advised.

Unexpectedly, a young dark-skinned man who had been blown over, climbed back up indignantly, questioning Jiang Hui loudly, “Why did you attack us?”