Arriving at the Corpse Yin Sect, Ye Zizai is Devoured by Wu Yu

Therefore, in the Cultivation Alliance, those cultivators with great divine abilities would pay a tremendous price to obtain a member of the Giant Devil Race to serve as a mount.

If he could obtain a powerhouse of the Giant Devil Race to act as his mount, it would naturally be a matter of only benefits and no harm for Luo Chuan at this moment.

After all, he still had to head to the Immortal World next; if he did not obtain something similar to a Star Compass, crossing the Rain Immortal World would be an almost impossible task.

Even a powerhouse at the Yingbian Realm would find it difficult to cross successfully; a moment of carelessness could lead to their soul scattering and their body perishing.

"It seems I really must make a trip to the Corpse Yin Sect. Although This Seat cannot rescue that fellow right now, taking some of his blood to enhance my strength will be enough."

Luo Chuan placed one hand behind his back, turned, and looked toward the direction of the Corpse Yin Sect, quickly vanishing from where he stood.

The Corpse Yin Sect was located in the southwest of the Zhao Kingdom. Due to the nature of their cultivation, the area where the sect resided was extremely cold and gloomy. The land within a hundred-mile radius of the sect was a barbaric wasteland, devoid of living creatures and filled with skeletons and bones everywhere.

Luo Chuan had long since become accustomed to such sights. After all, given the nature of the Corpse Yin Sect, it was natural that no living thing could survive within a hundred-mile radius.

Chains dripping with blood hung from the eaves, emitting whimpers as the wind blew, as if the souls of the dead were weeping.

The palace gates were cast from a single piece of black iron, engraved with twisted runes that glowed with a faint red light. One could vaguely see figures flickering behind the doors, yet not a single human voice could be heard—only deathly silence.

Occasionally, black paper kites would sweep past the palace roof, dragging long tails of ash, appearing and disappearing in the purple mist like messengers from the underworld guiding the way.

Looking at the Corpse Yin Sect before him, Luo Chuan spoke indifferently: "Since you know This Seat has arrived, why do you not come out to welcome me at once!"

As Luo Chuan's voice fell, the entire Corpse Yin Sect suddenly shook, and immediately, Wu Yu was seen flying out, bowing respectfully to the Luo Chuan before him.

"Junior Wu Yu pays respects to Senior Luo Chuan!"

Luo Chuan scanned his surroundings, but seeing no sign of Ye Zizai, he asked calmly: "I recall the Sect Master of the Corpse Yin Sect is Ye Zizai, is he not? Where has he gone?"

Wu Yu cupped his hands and replied: "Reporting to Senior, Senior Brother Ye Zizai has already fallen, so he is unable to come and welcome you."

"Oh?" Luo Chuan raised an eyebrow, looking at the Wu Yu before him with some curiosity: "Fallen? Could it be that Ye Zizai was killed by you?"

Wu Yu did not hide it and nodded directly: "Exactly. This senior brother of mine wished for nothing more than for me to die miserably at the hands of a Corpse Puppet. After I returned, I went into secluded cultivation, yet he remained on guard against me at every turn, even colluding with the Corpse Puppet to try and kill me."

"Years ago, I accidentally obtained a Spirit Transformation-grade magic treasure. Using this treasure, I successfully killed the Flying Rakshasa and also severely wounded Ye Zizai."

Luo Chuan landed steadily on the ground and shrugged, glancing at Wu Yu, who had already broken through to the Nascent Soul Late Stage, seemingly having guessed something.

"So you absorbed Ye Zizai's spiritual energy and successfully broke through to the Nascent Soul Late Stage, is that it?"

Wu Yu nodded awkwardly, not feeling that there was anything wrong with it; instead, he felt fortunate that he was still alive.

After all, this was the world of cultivation. Let alone fellow disciples, even blood brothers could turn into enemies over a magic treasure or cultivation resources.

He was all too familiar with such situations.

Therefore, Wu Yu did not think he had done anything wrong; rather, he had followed his heart and killed Senior Brother Ye Zizai, who had wanted to put him to death.

Luo Chuan said in a flat tone: "This Seat has taken a fancy to something in your Corpse Yin Sect. If you do not wish for your sect to be destroyed, do not attempt to block me, otherwise, you die."

Wu Yu's face turned ashen. He was even more confused as to why Luo Chuan had come to the Corpse Yin Sect. Even if the sect was rich in resources, there were likely very few things that could catch the eye of a Spirit Transformation powerhouse.

Luo Chuan ignored whether Ye Zizai had been killed and soon arrived at the secret chamber where Wang Lin had once cultivated. The temperature here was also dropping rapidly; it seemed that any cultivator practicing here would achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Inside the secret chamber, a cultivator was sitting cross-legged, seemingly practicing.

This person was a woman. Her appearance was ordinary, but her face showed a look of determination as she continuously absorbed the cold, gloomy energy emanating from the dense small holes in the surrounding walls.

Wu Yu also arrived here and asked, even more puzzled: "Senior, this is a room for my Corpse Yin Sect disciples to cultivate. I wonder what could possibly be here that you are interested in?"

Luo Chuan cast a cold, indifferent glance at the Corpse Yin Sect Master, Wu Yu, beside him.

Even though it was just an ordinary look, Wu Yu, being at the Nascent Soul Realm, felt an endless tearing sensation throughout his body.

It felt as if his Nascent Soul would explode and perish in the next second.

Is this the true power of a Spirit Transformation powerhouse?

It is truly terrifying!

Wu Yu silently retreated to the side, no longer daring to speak any nonsense. In any case, the resources of the Corpse Yin Sect were all with him, and he was not afraid of Luo Chuan simply demanding them.

As for the location of the Giant Devil Race powerhouse, it should be within the small holes in the secret chamber before him.

At this moment, Luo Chuan's body entered the small hole. Before he had probed too deep, a cry for help came from deep underground.

"Save me... I beg you, save me!"

As this sudden cry for help rang out, Luo Chuan clearly felt a tearing pain in his soul, and the sound of this plea echoed constantly within his mind.

Luo Chuan's right index finger flicked slightly, and a ball of golden spiritual energy sprang from his fingertip. Under his control, it transformed into a barrier that enveloped his body, preventing the sound from causing him harm.

Under Wu Yu's gaze, Luo Chuan appeared out of thin air in a crystal cavern, where countless small holes were scattered everywhere.

These dense holes continuously emitted cold, gloomy energy from start to finish, seemingly to prevent anyone from setting foot here and interfering with the Corpse Yin Sect's plans.

"Save me..."

Just then, the previous voice rang out again. This time, the sound was even louder than before, as if it were coming from right beside his ear.

Luo Chuan stopped in his tracks, his gaze fixed calmly on the direction below. With his divine sense at the Spirit Transformation Mid Stage, he could see clearly what was hidden within.

Inside the small hole was a special space, and in the very center of this space stood an ancient tree reaching toward the heavens. The tree was a deep azure color, and countless vines, thicker than a human arm, perfectly enveloped the space.

In the very center of the vines, one could clearly see a giant with a body of iron-blue lying there quietly.

The surrounding vines coiled around his body, continuously absorbing the energy within him, leaving him incredibly weak, as if he might perish in this place at any moment.