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Until his cultivation strength had accumulated over the number of three hundred and sixty.

Unbidden, Tan Shuchang once again thought of the "Older Sister" mentioned in the Dream Immortal Sleeping Stone, who had said that three hundred years of cultivation strength were needed to initially exempt most of the cost of proving oneself.

There must be some direct connection between the two, but at this moment, Tan Shuchang still found it somewhat unclear.

Immediately, Tan Shuchang could not help but feel delighted about the two new volumes of Cultivation Techniques he had acquired; he had originally intended to create a fifth volume because, having reached his stage in cultivation, there had been no path forward.

To continue advancing, other than continuously accumulating cultivation strength, was to innovate one's own path.

But now, that path was right in front of him.

"It seems that the 'Shadow Retaining Immortal Secret Tome' has undergone some changes, or perhaps this Cultivation Technique actually has some secrets, otherwise after completing the four volumes, there wouldn't be two differing statements about lifespan," Tan Shuchang pondered, now believing the former Sect Master's claim about a lifespan of ten Jiawu periods.

And the "Older Sister" in the Dream Immortal Sleeping Stone, said that the 'Shadow Retaining Immortal Secret Tome' was an extremely pure Cultivation Technique both past and present, yet also stated that this Cultivation Technique only had a lifespan of two hundred years.

These two hundred years, compared to the lifespans of two Jiawu periods for most Cultivators, was undoubtedly much more, but before myths vanished, the lifespan of most Cultivators should have been several hundred years!

Thus, there must certainly be some discrepancies here.

"Could it be that mine is complete, while what was seen by her was incomplete?"

Tan Shuchang thought about it, then decided not to delve further into this.

Because there was something even more important at the moment.

He looked at the Living Dead Yin God pierced through by several dozen strands of Calamity Witnessing Sword Qi, this Martial Artist woman, half flesh and half bone, whose eyes were emitting a strange green glow, continuously sizing Tan Shuchang up.

Although in the Blood Pool, witnessing a host of fierce ghosts being refined, the expression of the Living Dead Yin God remained unchanged.

One could only say, a Yin God is truly a Yin God.

This reminded Tan Shuchang of the time he was in the Dharma Realm, where the Yin God Dharma Realm was terrifying to the extreme, demanding compliance with its rules while those rules could be arbitrarily altered by the other party.

The entire Yin God Dharma Realm was like a bizzare instance in a game, the difference being that in the instance were only fierce ghosts bound by the instance's rules, whereas in the Yin God Dharma Realm, there was an unconstrained Yin God.

If it were not for Tan Shuchang's ability to directly immunize against the influence of the Yin God Dharma Realm, he was no match for this Living Dead Yin God.

Yin Gods and fierce ghosts simply can't be quantified in numbers.

Because they are two completely different existences! Saying that one Yin God equals dozens, or even hundreds, of fierce ghosts doesn't hold at all.

Besides, within the Dharma Realm, the power of a Yin God is infinite!

At this point, the Living Dead Yin God took the initiative to speak, its voice cold and coarse, sounding nothing like that of a woman, "A man's heart is never content, and like a snake swallowing an elephant, it's absolutely impossible for you to refine me! Why don't we make a deal? I have the potential to become a lineage within the Ghost Heavenly Way, but I lack a little something.

How about we merge into one and blood-sacrifice an area to prove the Way?"

"Merge into one? Will I still be myself then?" Tan Shuchang asked somewhat unexpectedly.

"You will not be you, and I will not be me," the Living Dead Yin God answered concisely.

"You can accept that?" Tan Shuchang asked in surprise.

"Why not? The path of a Yin God has three kings, leaving hardly any paths to take. But the Ghost Heavenly Way is different; once successful, it directly surpasses the three kings."

"Can't a Yin God open the fourth or fifth realm?" Tan Shuchang asked, puzzled.

The Living Dead Yin God fell silent instantly.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

If it were so easy to open the fourth or fifth realm, would it need to seek to become part of the Ghost Heavenly Way?

And Tan Shuchang also understood the intentions of the Living Dead Yin God, so he asked curiously, "The difficulty of opening the fourth realm is not small, so is it very easy then to become a lineage within the Ghost Heavenly Way?"

Living Dead Yin God: "..."

Seeing the Living Dead Yin God unable to respond, Tan Shuchang could not help but shake his head, "Do you know? In our countryside, that's called wanting to run before learning to walk!"

The somewhat infuriated Living Dead Yin God said, "I have no business talking with a bumpkin like you!"

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It's one thing to throw insults, but bringing up shortcomings unceasingly, what was the point?

"Let's talk about something a bit more sophisticated then. Do you know how to write a novel? The opening of a novel is nothing but using the protagonist's low status, the crises they face, and their potential to lay out the anticipation. You can't even write a good introduction, and yet you claim what you write isn't cliché, it's just that the readers don't appreciate it."

Living Dead Yin God: ???

Seeing Tan Shuchang with such a foolish expression, he couldn't help feeling that he had wasted his breath, so to prevent this fool from wasting more, he raised his hand, and suddenly the blood in the Blood Pool surged, dragging the Yin God completely into it.

At first, even though the blood around him surged continuously, the Living Dead Yin God remained calm.

After a good while, the Living Dead Yin God was still calm, even showing a clearly mocking look on half of his face, laughing at Tan Shuchang's overestimation of his abilities.

Then, the Living Dead Yin God couldn't laugh anymore.

Because at this point, the Yin God realized that his body had been thoroughly soaked by the blood, and its mysterious power had completely corroded his flesh.

"You are also from the Ghost Heavenly Way!" the Living Dead Yin God cried out in horror, then all his power was transformed into the energy needed to raise the Lotus Platform.

The sacred golden light once again bloomed in the Blood Pool.

And it was brighter than ever before.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...many breaths later, the Lotus Platform finally returned to the void.

The Coexistent Blood Pool also vanished along with it.

However, when Tan Shuchang's figure appeared once again in the Jiawu Realm, the heavens and earth suddenly changed color, and violent thunder spread across the sky, turning the clear sky into one covered with dense clouds in an instant.

"Thunder in the winter is hardly an auspicious sight..." Tan Shuchang glanced at the sky and then reined in his aura.

He feared that his aura might attract the lightning.

After all, he had just devoured a Yin God, and it was inevitable that some of the Yin God's aura clung to him.

Then, just as Tan Shuchang was about to leave on his sword, he suddenly showed a surprised expression because, around him, several vague figures had appeared out of nowhere.

These figures came from all directions, looking like blurry shadows.

But Tan Shuchang was not unfamiliar with them.

He had seen them once before; they were the ghosts from the Land of Yin and Darkness.

At this moment, seeing Tan Shuchang, who had a rich aura of the living, the ghosts seemed to be stunned, as they all stopped moving. Shortly after, a few of them gathered together to talk.

All of them emitted a strange, muffled sound.

A moment later, having apparently made a decision, a few of them sent one figure forward to ask, "Cultivator over there, have you seen any unusual phenomena around here?"

This time the figure spoke, not with the strange muffled sound, but with normal speech.

"Seeing your arrival is quite unusual," Tan Shuchang replied.

"You, Cultivator, we have important matters, do not jest with us!" the figure said, clearly somewhat angered.

"What matters? Feel free to talk about them, although I'm pretty sure I won't be of much help," Tan Shuchang said, watching these ghosts from the Land of Yin and Darkness, his gaze flickering slightly.

Unlike last time's two spectral ghosts, this time, all of them were fierce ghosts.

If it were spectral ghosts, Tan Shuchang might treat them courteously.

Because he did not want to eat them.

But these fierce ghosts...

Even though he had just consumed a fair amount, potentially boosting his own power, who would ever think it too much?

"You this jerk..."

The figure was clearly furious, but before it could erupt, it was held back by the others, who all emitted the strange muffled sound, and the figure reluctantly stopped speaking and left with the other ghosts.

Seeing this scene, Tan Shuchang did not make a move, as he had already managed to refine one of the figures during the opportunity.

This was a "Daoist weapon" technique he had learned from the Living Dead Yin God.