CHAPTER 347: CHAPTER 93: DEDUCTION OF TAISHANG’S THREE CORPSES AND NINE WORMS TECHNIQUE

Li Mo, in order to ensure the authenticity of the illusion realm, used the Spirit Root Worm to refine the details further.

Before long, the Taoists within the illusion realm began flipping through the "Supreme Three Corpses Nine Worms Technique," adhering meticulously to the conventions of an ordinary Daoist temple.

"The Three Corpses, as entities, essentially belong to the realm of souls, ghosts, and spirits. Desiring to hasten human death, these corpses are destined to become ghosts, indulging in rampant wandering..."

The chanting of cultivation techniques echoed within the Mud Pill Palace.

"Ugh."

Li Mo’s temples throbbed painfully, forcing him to shield the sounds of the illusion realm with the Great Sun Golden Core.

He observed the operation of the illusion realm, noting the accelerated flow of time compared to the external world, with the movements of the Taoists seeming as if fast-forwarded.

Li Mo gradually withdrew his consciousness, allowing the illusion realm to operate autonomously.

However, perhaps due to flaws in the illusion realm, as soon as Li Mo ceased control, it quickly spiraled out of order, leading to its collapse.

"Can the Spirit Root Worm truly be employed for simulating cultivation techniques?"

Li Mo furrowed his brows tightly.

He watched helplessly as the illusion realm disintegrated into nothingness, only to be reconstructed within the Mud Pill Palace through the influence of the Spirit Root Worm.

The second incarnation of the illusion realm appeared relatively more stable.

However, it lasted no more than two hours before vanishing in an instant once again.

"Interesting."

Li Mo fixed his gaze on the third iteration of the illusion realm created by the Spirit Root Worm. Subtle improvements were evident across various aspects, allowing it to persist for a full ten hours before losing stability.

He closed his eyes to practice body refinement, patiently awaiting the illusion realm’s gradual stabilization.

The Gang Winds grew fiercer.

Even the grains of micro dust carried within the Gang Winds pierced his pores like iron filings, tormenting Li Mo’s flesh and bones.

The Toad Poison Beast, now with an increasingly massive body, intensified the strength of the incoming Gang Winds dramatically.

Despite Li Mo employing the Floating Island Circulation Buddha Hand, he was forced to channel Spiritual Power constantly to shield his body, fearing to leave himself exposed to the relentless winds.

Conversely, the effectiveness of body refinement through the Floating Island Circulation Buddha Hand became increasingly evident.

The Great Sun Spiritual Power gradually permeated his body, suffusing his organs with the essence of the Seven Treasures, imbuing them subtly with the aura of a Buddha.

"Hah..."

Li Mo exhaled deeply.

The Mist Fog Spiritual Power shielded him from the ferocious winds, while the salamander perched on his shoulder released vitality to nourish his nearly collapsed flesh.

Li Mo had discerned a pattern: refining his body every five days in a ten-day range.

Once acclimated to the current intensity of the Gang Winds, he planned to reduce the rest period, as relying on Innate Essence to recover injuries was an extravagant expense.

Li Mo opened his eyes and looked toward the town, noticing a figure advancing slowly.

Huang Mu Taoist, relying on his protective Magic Artifact to withstand the Gang Winds, trudged forward with visible difficulty, his entire body bathed in blood.

Whenever his Magic Artifact broke, he would immediately replace it with a new one.

Traveling a mere five meters outside the city, Huang Mu Taoist felt as if years had passed, the devastation inflicted by the Gang Winds comparable to experiencing the outbreak of the Death Disease.

Li Mo nodded slightly.

Breaking the Golden Core to become an Infant required an unwavering Tao Heart.

Huang Mu Taoist was not like Han Cai; if he wished to obtain resources from Li Mo, he had to demonstrate the requisite talent to break the core and ascend.

"Salamander, keep an eye on him. If he cannot hold on, then lend him some support."

"Yah."

The salamander tilted its head in response. The Lifebound Magical Artifact, the Sky-reaching Tree atop its head, emitted vitality that nourished Li Mo’s somewhat withered body.

Li Mo turned his attention to the illusion realm within his mind.

The illusion realm had collapsed five times, but within the Daoist temple, a unique set of rules finally began to take shape.

Over sixty thousand Taoists roamed the illusion realm, their movements still somewhat rigid but sufficient to maintain order in their respective roles.

Li Mo had to admit that while these Taoists were derived from remnants of the Corpse Mountain tenants’ consciousness, they possessed basic Spiritual Wisdom.

Furthermore, with Illusion Spirit Roots parasitically slaying all Three Corpses, the Taoists’ Three Elixir Fields appeared lifelike, their cultivation virtually indistinguishable from reality.

"Since it resides within the Mud Pill Palace, let it be named Xia Dao Palace."

With Li Mo’s thought, the plaque of the Daoist temple revealed the words "Xia Dao Palace."

He noticed that Xia Dao practitioners had begun cultivating the "Supreme Three Corpses Nine Worms Technique," though their methods varied from Kunlunzi’s approach.

Li Mo’s direction for simulating cultivation techniques sought compatibility with the Tattooed Beast’s constitution.

Meanwhile, Xia Dao practitioners were exploring ways to enter the Tao without transforming into Ascaris Bodies, occasionally leading Taoists into deviation.

Luckily, everything within the illusion realm was but an ephemeral reflection.

One moment, a Xia Dao practitioner met their demise, their corpse buried behind Xia Dao Palace; the next moment, they emerged unscathed from another chamber.

Li Mo showed a trace of intrigue.

Mayfly Dream simulated cultivation techniques by creating false soul consciousness with intelligence akin to their own bodies; Spirit Root Worm simulated cultivation techniques by testing countless possibilities within the illusion realm.

As long as the number of Xia Dao practitioners remained sufficient, one would undoubtedly stumble upon success by chance.

"Hehehe, while using the illusion realm for something as elaborate as Tao Body Fusion might be challenging, it’s undeniably effective for cultivation simulation."

"The Spirit Root Worm is unquestionably a rare treasure of unconventional methods."

Li Mo marveled silently, transferring hundreds of Illusion Spirit Roots nurtured by the Spirit Root Worm into the bodies of Corpse Mountain tenants.

The only drawback was the slow rate at which Spirit Root Worms produced Illusion Spirit Roots.

Li Mo could only hope that when the Spirit Root Worms ascended to the level of Magic Treasures, the production of Illusion Spirit Roots would meet the demand for thirty thousand Corpse Mountain tenants.

"Heh, the concept of thirty thousand Xia Dao practitioners—perhaps we could even simulate Divine Separation Stage techniques! Such immeasurable potential!"

While cultivating, Li Mo divided his focus to author scriptures for Xia Dao techniques.

He discovered that enhancing details about Xia Dao Palace increased the realm’s authenticity, mildly boosting Xia Dao practitioners’ Spiritual Wisdom.

In a sense, such methods reduced the resistance of residual consciousness to the illusion realm.

Li Mo deliberately transplanted elements of Taoist systems from his past life into the illusion realm, constructing statues honoring the Three Pure Ones and assorted celestial figures of the Heavenly Court.

The scope of Xia Dao Palace gradually expanded, occupying one-tenth of the Mud Pill Palace.

Once satisfied with the perfection of Xia Dao Palace, Li Mo refocused his energy on his own cultivation.

Manipulating the illusion realm indeed felt like transcending mortal constraints, as though he had already ascended as an immortal, but he was acutely aware that the illusion realm was ultimately an illusion.

Should the Corpse Mountain Mini World crumble, the Spirit Root Worm would instantly regress to an Artifact Embryo.

Li Mo felt the hidden injuries in his flesh and bones had healed, retracted the protective Mist Fog Spiritual Power, and once again confronted the terrifying Gang Winds head-on.

Atop the Toad’s head, golden Buddha Light radiated in all directions.

......

"A beast with four legs, born of mountain and sea."

Huang Mu Taoist emerged from the Rock Formation half a year ago, now resembling a flickering flame about to extinguish, his consciousness on the verge of collapse.

His flesh and bones teemed with impure Spiritual Energy, causing his Eight Extraordinary Meridians to atrophy.

His Lifebound Spirit Beast, sharing the same fate, was in an equally dire state, barely propping up Huang Mu Taoist’s failing limbs.

Huang Mu Taoist had long forgotten his purpose, his eyes transfixed on the Buddha Light.

The Buddha Light resembled a beacon guiding a lost ship; without it, he would’ve already expended his remaining strength.

Bang.

Huang Mu Taoist’s last Magic Robe tore at last, even though it was an eighty-refinement high-grade magical tool, unable to withstand the onslaught of Gang Winds.

His exposed skin was covered with countless Wind Stabilizing Spirit Talismans.

Though Wind Stabilizing Spirit Talismans worked well against chaotic winds, they couldn’t stand up to Gang Winds, crumbling into ash one by one.

Without protection, Huang Mu Taoist would be shredded by the Gang Winds in less than half a breath.

"Yah."

The salamander’s roots spread across the ground, reaching toward Huang Mu Taoist.

As the last Spirit Talisman was consumed, the salamander’s massive form swept over Huang Mu Taoist, gripping him and rushing toward the head of the Poison Beast.

"So persistent..."

Han Cai chuckled bitterly and stuffed an elixir into Huang Mu Taoist’s mouth.

Han Cai had prepared more extensively, evident in the spider-like modifications to his body, with silvery needle-like filaments covering him entirely.

The filaments swayed gently, redirecting the flow of the Gang Winds.

Both subjected to the Gang Winds, Han Cai suffered only half the damage Huang Mu Taoist did, making his navigation far more efficient.

Han Cai also understood Li Mo’s intent.

With just a word from Li Mo, his own disciple would undoubtedly offer everything he had.

Yet Han Cai refused to exploit his position as Li Mo’s disciple master to shamelessly seize a slot to break the core and reach the Infant Stage. Instead, he opted to withstand the Gang Winds alongside Huang Mu Taoist.

Han Cai maneuvered deftly, his forehead’s dozen modified eye organs enabling him to detect the weak points within the Gang Winds’ flow.

Huang Mu Taoist regained some awareness and gratefully said, "Thank you, Doctor Han."

"Stay focused and calm in the face of adversity."

Han Cai increased his pace. Whenever his limbs suffered damage, he immediately replaced them, using Spirit Talismans in his possession to trigger successive explosions.

In the aftermath of each explosion, brief safe zones emerged within the Gang Winds.

Han Cai had spent only ten days reaching proximity to the Toad Poison Beast’s head, sustaining almost no additional injuries during the journey.

Had Han Cai been traveling alone without Huang Mu Taoist, he could have completed the journey in three days.

The salamander, noticing Han Cai and Huang Mu Taoist’s arrival, used its roots to pull them under the Sky-reaching Tree, where restorative vitality began mending their wounds.

The Sky-reaching Tree rooted itself within the Poison Beast’s flesh, creating a two-meter radius unaffected by the Gang Winds.

Huang Mu Taoist finally caught his breath, his face marked by frustration, before glancing at Li Mo—a sight that astonished him.

Seated calmly amidst the enveloping Gang Winds, Li Mo appeared nothing short of godlike.

Li Mo required no protection, his body treating the Gang Winds as nourishment for refinement.

Han Cai scrutinized thoughtfully, ultimately admitting he could no longer fathom Li Mo’s abilities, even failing to discern the essence of his cultivation technique.

Huang Mu Taoist was left speechless in shock.

The Gang Winds crackled and hissed, Li Mo’s skin oozed blood, and the bulging veins across his body indicated his strain—clearly grappling with unimaginable pain.

Huang Mu Taoist knew Li Mo possessed extraordinary talent, forging a path forward for Beast Cultivators through sheer determination.

Yet he now realized Li Mo’s position as the Heart Beast Sect’s first Nascent Soul Stage cultivator spoke to trials most people couldn’t begin to comprehend.

"Disciple greets Senior Qing Mountain."

Huang Mu Taoist bowed respectfully, his tumultuous heart settling.

Han Cai’s lips curled into a smile, as though reminded of his younger self, watching his stagnant Golden Core stir with newfound vitality.

Li Mo opened his eyes and motioned toward the Sky-reaching Tree.

The vitality surged unreservedly into Han Cai’s body, his Golden Core aura converging as he hurriedly retrieved resources to initiate closed-door cultivation.

Han Cai had already amassed enough foundation, lacking only a critical catalyst.

Li Mo transmitted the key points of breaking the core and becoming an Infant to Huang Mu Taoist through his thoughts. "Huang Mu, stay below the tree to cultivate. In your spare time, try using Spiritual Power to resist the Gang Winds."

"Thank you, Senior."

Li Mo offered no further comment, returning Xia Dao Palace underneath the Sky-reaching Tree to silence once more.