Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Chapter 1393: Chapter 1390: Entering the Yin Corpse Sect

Xu Wendong had no answer in his heart either.

Faced with such an attack, unless he hid in the Penglai Fairy Island Minor World, even with his Ancient Sacred Body, survival was not guaranteed.

”Let’s go quickly, delays bring changes!” After exterminating the government officials, Elder Weng appeared even older and weaker, as even his speech seemed frail and feeble.

In order to destroy the two Loose Immortals, he didn’t hesitate to self-destruct all the corpses, a tremendous expenditure for him, damaging even his Divine Soul.

”Senior, I have an unknown Spirit Fruit that can temporarily restore Soul Force, please take it quickly.”

With a thought, an orange-yellow fruit appeared in Xu Wendong’s palm, the size of a walnut, emitting a faint glow.

Elder Weng’s pupils trembled violently, exclaiming, ”How do you have an Immortal Spirit Jade Dew Fruit?”

Xu Wendong couldn’t help but say, ”I accidentally found two during a prior training, one of which I’ve taken. Is it very rare?”

He naturally recognized this fruit.

Moreover, this fruit comes from the Yuantian Secret Realm, an exceedingly rare Spirit Fruit. If it weren’t for Elder Weng’s strong protection of him, he wouldn’t have brought it out.

”Not just rare, it’s a dream item for any Cultivator!” Elder Weng’s eyes were full of ecstasy, but he didn’t take the fruit from Xu Wendong’s hand.

Xu Wendong said with a smile, ”You have been kind to me, so let this fruit be a token of my gratitude!”

”You are truly a person of sentiment and duty. In that case, I will accept it with gratitude!” Elder Weng took the Spirit Fruit, also understanding why Xu Wendong’s Soul Force was so abundant.

Because the Immortal Spirit Jade Dew Fruit has the effect of enhancing Soul Force.

Elder Weng said weakly, ”Young friend, I will tell you the precise location of the Yin Corpse Sect, you can control the Treasure Ship to fly.”

”Alright!”

Xu Wendong responded, controlling the Treasure Ship to head toward the Yin Corpse Sect.

At the same time, Elder Weng consumed the Immortal Spirit Jade Dew Fruit, his Soul Force not only restored to Peak but even made substantial progress.

As Spinning Stars shifted, night silently gave way to the dawn.

And on this vast land, a mountain range known as ”You Ming Absolute Vein” slowly unveiled its darkest, most mysterious veil, like a sleeping colossal beast.

The Yin Energy of this mountain range is extraordinary, not just a chilly and heavy presence lingering in the air but a deep and barren aura that seems to penetrate the soul.

This Yin Energy is like tangible ink, slowly flowing through the valleys, and like the whispers of countless ghosts, weaving an invisible net that tightly envelops the entire mountain range.

It silently erodes every inch of land, every leaf, even every ray of light, making sunlight on this land lose its former warmth and brilliance, becoming thin and pale, as though through a thick curtain.

Entering this mountain range feels like stepping into a forgotten Netherworld.

The Yin Energy, like cold tentacles, silently entwines around your body and soul.

It carries an ancient, deep sorrow, capable of evoking the most primal fears and unease hidden deep within a person.

The surrounding scenery is even more peculiar and unpredictable.

Though the trees are present, they lose vitality, with branches adorned with crystalline yet chilling dew, seemingly the tears of the world, voicing endless grievances.

The occasional exposed rocks are coated with a thin layer of frost, shimmering with a ghostly blue light, like chains on the gates of Hell, chilling to the bone.

Xu Wendong glanced at the elder beside him and couldn’t help but ask, ”Elder Weng, is the Yin Corpse Sect really built in this mountain range?”

Elder Weng grinned, ”Does it feel unbelievable?”

Xu Wendong smiled, ”Indeed, it seems incredible, but often, the most dangerous place is the safest place.”

He had heard from Fei Yan before that the You Ming Absolute Vein is the most perilous area in Lingyou Country, with many entering over the years to train and seek fortunes.

They have also found some small fortunes.

Even the Imperial Family sends people in every thousand years.

But who would have thought the Yin Corpse Sect was built here?

After traversing a winding path, Elder Weng stopped in front of a weathered, nearly collapsed cave.

From the outside, the cave seemed ordinary and unremarkable, merely an overlooked corner by time.

Yet, Xu Wendong sharply detected subtle and mysterious formation ripples in the air, which would go unnoticed by ordinary people without his remarkable expertise in formations.

In the next moment, Elder Weng slowly extended his hand, a blood-red Token appeared in his palm out of thin air, its intricate patterns exuding an ancient aura.

He closed his eyes to concentrate, his True Qi surged like a roaring river, flooding into the Token.

Instantly, the Token, awakened like an ancient Divine Artifact, radiated a dazzling, deep crimson light, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

Simultaneously, the unassuming, dilapidated cave seemed to respond to some ancient call, emitting a faint yet steady blood-red light from its depths, like a sleeping Giant Dragon opening its eyes.

As the blood light spread, a hazy yet firm Barrier formed at the cave entrance, serving as a guardian to ancient secrets, mysterious and solemn, blocking all external peering and intrusion.

”Let’s go!” Elder Weng pocketed the Token, took a deep breath, and resolutely stepped with Xu Wendong into the Barrier.

With one step, they crossed the boundary of time and space, the view ahead suddenly clearing, yet instantly shrouded by an incredibly dense Yin Energy.

This Yin Energy, unlike the outside, is substantial and heavy, almost suffocating.

What unfolded before them was an ancient and desolate cemetery, lying silently in the shadowy gloom, as if a relic from a distant past.

Tombstones stood in rows, arranged in an orderly fashion; each was marked with the scars of time, some weathered to the point of illegibility, others retaining clear, legible inscriptions recording the past’s glory and grief.

In the cemetery, gusty winds swept over every inch of land, bringing waves of piercing cold.

The surrounding vegetation seemed eroded by this Yin Energy, turning withered and drooping, lifeless.

Occasionally, a gust stirred the dry branches and leaves, producing a rustling sound, adding to the desolation.

At the cemetery’s end stood steep stone cliffs, carved with numerous stone caves, within which coffins were laid.

Within those coffins, Xu Wendong could sense human presence.

Clearly, the disciples of the Yin Corpse Sect resided within those coffins.

Suddenly.

An angry voice echoed across the sky: ”Weng He, how dare you return to the sect without permission, what crime should you suffer?”