Chapter 82

The Corpse Yin Sect is a vast sect. According to what Ye Zizai knows, its highest level is in the Fifth-Level Cultivation Nation. Below the Fifth-Level Cultivation Nation, it is like a trapezoid, with many branches of the Corpse Yin Sect scattered throughout.

These branches all have strict systems, forcing disciples to cultivate madly and recklessly, as if they were livestock. This was the first feeling that surged in Ye Zizai's heart after he learned the truth.

Once the livestock grow to the Core Formation stage, a grand Corpse Puppet Sacrifice will be held. At this time, the divine consciousness from the Fifth-Level Sect Nation will quietly enter the body of the Corpse Puppet under the guise of the sacrifice.

In simple terms, the Corpse Yin Sect is the largest sect in the Fifth-Level Cultivation Nation that provides bodies for soul snatching. In the Fourth-Level and above Cultivation Nations, there are several major battles each year, especially in the battles for extraterrestrial planets, where casualties are inevitable. Once cultivators reach the Nascent Soul stage, as long as they are cautious, they can still escape with their Nascent Souls.

Thus, the role of the Corpse Yin Sect is widely manifested. Countless cultivators, whether they have lost their physical bodies or are preparing to snatch a body, all such transactions involving physical bodies are conducted within the Corpse Yin Sect.

The physical bodies provided by the Corpse Yin Sect are mostly of extraordinary talent, and they have been cultivating the Corpse Yin Sect's cultivation techniques from a young age. It should be noted that the Corpse Yin Sect has many branches, and almost each branch cultivates different techniques.

The cultivators who interact with the Corpse Yin Sect are mostly from the Fourth and Fifth-Level Cultivation Nations. To snatch bodies more quickly, they sign a series of treaties with the Corpse Yin Sect, one of which is to provide the basic cultivation techniques of their respective sects, and to designate a branch to cultivate these techniques, becoming a dedicated physical body farm for their respective sects.

The Corpse Yin Sect in the Zhao Nation cultivates techniques from a demonic sect in the Fifth-Level Cultivation Nation, known as the Yellow Spring Sect.

Ye Zizai sighed inwardly. He had not thought of resisting, but the more he knew, the more he felt his power was insignificant. Compared to this, he had no right to resist. Moreover, once the Corpse Puppet begins to devour, unless one's cultivation far exceeds that of the Corpse Puppet, it is impossible to reverse the process.

Furthermore, in the system of the Corpse Yin Sect, there is a rule that any disciple who reaches the Nascent Soul stage, even if their physical body is snatched, will be given an opportunity to snatch another body.

For example, Ye Zizai, once he is completely devoured by the Corpse Puppet, his Nascent Soul, though hard to escape, will have his soul and divine consciousness extracted and implanted into another branch of the Corpse Yin Sect, just as others snatch his body, to snatch another's body.

However, this opportunity is only once. If he cannot break through to the Soul Formation stage, his fate will be to be sent to the extraterrestrial battlefield to become cannon fodder.

If he cultivates to the Soul Formation stage, he will ascend to the Fourth-Level Cultivation Nation as an elder, with a thousand years to live. If he does not reach the Soul Transformation stage within a thousand years, the result will be the same.

In response to Roshacha's question, Ye Zizai coldly said, "A Dai has not reached the Core Formation stage, what does it have to do with you? He is a disciple designated by my junior brother. As long as I am here, I will protect his safety." As he spoke, a powerful aura arose, and he stared at the figure floating in the air, saying word by word, "I will not allow anyone to harm him! Anyone!"

Roshacha cackled, his eyes flashing, and said, "Ye Zizai, A Dai's physical body is quite good, very suitable as a target for your divine consciousness to snatch."

Ye Zizai snorted coldly. He indeed had this intention. From the moment he saw A Dai, he had decided that this was the body prepared for himself.

"That boy Wang Lin, his cultivation technique is quite peculiar, with a hint of the authentic aura of the Yellow Spring Sect. Regardless of how he cultivates, this is an excellent vessel. Ye Zizai, you haven't answered me, why didn't you seal his soul just now?" The figure looked at Ye Zizai with a smile, and said leisurely.

Ye Zizai closed his eyes slightly and said, "A Dai is not my only choice. Including Wang Lin, I have several candidates. Moreover, who is the host and who is the Corpse Puppet has not been decided. Before they reach the Core Formation stage, I will not seal their souls. Otherwise, once the soul is sealed in a jade slip, it will become a disciple recorded by the Corpse Yin Sect. If someone else takes it, I would be at a great disadvantage." He was not afraid to tell Roshacha the truth. By doing so, he was seeking a way out for himself, and in a sense, he was tacitly acknowledging the other's devouring.

After speaking, he slightly opened his eyes and added, "The cleanup of the extraterrestrial battlefield is about to begin. The token will be issued in the next few days."

The figure licked its lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Once the envoy of the Cultivation Alliance opens the extraterrestrial passage, I only need to absorb three breaths of extraterrestrial spiritual energy to complete the final devouring. Ye Zizai, according to my agreement with the Corpse Yin Sect, I will retain your divine consciousness after the devouring. At that time, you can designate a candidate, and I will help you, elevating your chosen candidate to the Core Formation stage to facilitate your entry."

Since Ye Zizai learned the secrets of the Corpse Yin Sect, he knew this day would come. The cleanup of the extraterrestrial battlefield every hundred years is the day when a large number of divine consciousnesses of the Corpse Yin Sect complete their final devouring. Ye Zizai sighed inwardly and closed his eyes, no longer speaking.

As for Wang Lin, he quickly moved through one cave after another with Mu Rong. Wang Lin could clearly feel that their path was descending, and as they flew, a dense and cold aura began to emanate from the ground.

After a long time, Mu Rong suddenly stopped in a cave, slightly enviously and respectfully said, "Grandmaster, this is the cultivation place arranged for you by the Ancestor. This place is one of the most suitable caves for cultivation in the Corpse Yin Sect."

After exchanging pleasantries with Mu Rong, Wang Lin entered the cave. The cave was not large, only one-fifth the size of Mu Rong's cave. The ground was covered with a thick layer of ice, emitting a blue light, looking mysterious and unpredictable.

On the cave walls, there were numerous small holes, from which a faint cold aura slowly emanated.

Apart from this, the cave was empty. Wang Lin pondered for a moment, then squatted down and touched the ground. Immediately, a cold current flowed from his fingertips, but as soon as it entered his body, it turned into white vapor and dissipated.

Wang Lin's expression was indifferent. The cold spiritual energy in his body far exceeded the coldness of the ground.

Sitting cross-legged, Wang Lin formed a hand seal and cast a spell according to the small techniques recorded in the deep blue jade slip. His divine consciousness spread and merged into the spell, and immediately the cave walls at the entrance began to move strangely, slowly closing together without a single gap.

The entire cave was now a completely sealed space.

Wang Lin looked around, pondering. Joining the Corpse Yin Sect was a matter of necessity. On that day in the ruins, if he had not entered the transmission array, he would have been drawn into the conflict between the Corpse Puppet and Wu Yu.

Now it seems that Wu Yu did not lie; this place is indeed suitable for cultivating the Yellow Spring Ascension Technique. However, being here, Wang Lin always felt a sense of danger, especially when facing Ye Zizai. Despite the other's seemingly normal demeanor, Wang Lin always felt as if he was being watched by a venomous snake.

This feeling immediately shifted to A Dai when Ye Zizai noticed him.

Despite this, Wang Lin's vigilance did not decrease but increased. Ye Zizai must have ill intentions, and he is planning something.

Wang Lin frowned and muttered, "Unfortunately, Situ is still asleep. Otherwise, with his experience, he could have analyzed the other's intentions. For now, I can only look for an opportunity to escape, but since I am here, I will use this place to cultivate."

With that, his eyes flashed, and he cast several spells with his right hand. Immediately, the small holes in the cave walls emitted a rumbling sound, and white vapor began to spread, quickly filling the entire cave.

Wang Lin opened his mouth and inhaled, and the white vapor immediately rushed into his mouth. But immediately, more white vapor began to spread from the small holes.

The white vapor, once it entered Wang Lin's body, was immediately absorbed by his spiritual energy, nourishing him.

At this moment, Wang Lin's face showed a strange expression. He formed a hand seal and cast a beam of light. As soon as the beam appeared, it condensed into a light ball.

Wang Lin did not blink, staring at the light ball. The color of the light ball instantly turned light blue and flickered. Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he muttered, "Ordinary First-Class Earth Yin..."

At this moment, a vast expanse of seven-colored clouds suddenly appeared in the sky above the Zhao Nation, so vast that it could be described as covering the sky.

The moment the cloud layer appeared, a pressure akin to heavenly authority descended from the sky. All cultivators in the Zhao Nation, below the Nascent Soul stage, regardless of where they were, which sect they belonged to, or what they were doing, their expressions changed dramatically.

Under the immense pressure, all Qi Condensation stage disciples were terrified, and their spiritual energy was about to escape from their bodies.

Foundation Establishment and Core Formation stage cultivators immediately closed their eyes and meditated, adjusting their internal spiritual energy. Only Nascent Soul stage experts could resist the pressure, but even they were greatly alarmed.

In a secret restricted area on the back mountain of the Xuan Dao Sect, Piao Nanzi suddenly opened his eyes, his expression changing repeatedly, but then he showed a look of wild joy. Without a word, he vanished from the restricted area and reappeared a hundred miles away.

In the Zhao Nation, several long rainbows suddenly shot out from various places, flying at a speed faster than lightning, heading towards the center of the Zhao Nation, the Tower of Heaven.

Even ordinary people were affected. Most of the ordinary people in the Zhao Nation knelt and worshiped at this moment. According to ancient legends, the sky descends a seven-colored heavenly authority every hundred years, and this day has arrived.