The setting sun is like blood.
Amid the sound of mourning music, the disciples in black lifted up the coffins one after another and slowly walked down the gangway.
Every time a coffin was brought down, a disciple read it loudly.
"Yao Guangding, a disciple of Bibo Pavilion, in the Golden Elixir realm, died in battle with the secular Qin Kingdom, fought against the evil cultivator of the Blood Demon Sect, and died after self-exploding the Golden Elixir, leaving only a finger!"
The pallbearers walked slowly.
Several Bibo Pavilion disciples came forward and gently supported the coffin.
"Wu Yiming, a Taoist named Luming, was a third-level deacon of Baishui Cave, in the state of transformation into gods. He died in battle at Wanbo Immortal Square on June 23, 99374 in the Immortal Calendar. During the Beichenmen Incident, he died fighting three big monsters. , no bones left.”
A female nun walked over holding a six-year-old son and lay on the coffin crying bitterly.
The boy stood beside him and comforted him: "Mom, don't cry. I will avenge my father."
As he spoke, tears fell, but the boy held the small sword tightly to prevent himself from crying.
Coffins were carried down one by one.
Thousands of people were silent and crying.
The entire Fairy Harbor was filled with sadness.
The wind whimpered, and mutilated ghosts emerged from the coffins one after another. Some looked miserable, some looked ferocious, and some looked helpless.
The setting sun fell down the mountain top, the sky gradually dimmed, and night enveloped Fairy Harbor.
Three thousand remaining souls sighed quietly and mourned silently.
But at this moment, a voice echoed through Fairy Harbor.
"I am too incompetent and my leadership is boundless.
Qingyun opens the door to life, and auspicious smoke blocks the door to death.
The beginning of the Xuan Yuan Dynasty is the beginning of the unity of auspiciousness.
Miaomiao is the source of immortality, and it is naturally clear.
All inherit the power of the Great Dao to subjugate all demonic spirits..."
The Taoist rhyme spread out, and in the night sky, white fairy light fell.
These dark, twisted remnant souls were stained with white fairy light, and black hairsprings immediately emerged from their bodies.
The sorrow, fear, and struggle in the eyes of the three thousand remaining souls gradually faded away.
The incomplete consciousness returned to clarity, and they all turned around and looked at the person who was reciting the Tao Sutra.
"I have met Immortal Changqing!"
"Thank you, Immortal Changqing, for helping us out of trouble."
"Is that the Holy Son? I didn't expect him to come too."
"Thank you, Holy Son."
The remaining souls bowed their hands.
Li Mu did not return the gift, but continued to recite the Rebirth Mantra with Immortal Changqing.
"Purple clouds cover Huang Lao, he is called Sanqingjun. He will also control the weather to control the Nine Heavens Spirit..."
Reciting the mantras from the Taoist scriptures line by line,
The Taoist charm in Li Mu's body also resonated.
He could vaguely feel that there were three special energies emanating from these remnant souls and flying into his body.
Tyranny, bloodthirsty, and hatred, three negative emotions appear.
But the next moment, these gossamer-like black energies seemed to have sensed something and flew towards the Heavenly Demon Dao Seed crazily.
In just an instant, the three black threads of energy were completely absorbed by the Demonic Dao Seed.
【Ding! Fertilization is successful, growth progress +0.03】
[Your seeds are hungry, please fertilize them]
Fertilize? With all this black energy?
Li Mu twitched the corners of his mouth.
At this moment, Immortal Changqing's voice suddenly sounded in Li Mu's mind.
"Nephew, are you okay?"
Li Mu shook his head subconsciously, and when he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Immortal Changqing.
"Master nephew, there is no need to answer, just continue to recite the Rebirth Mantra with me."
"The fighting soul has bloodthirsty, violent and many other dark soul powers. I thought that with your cultivation in the foundation-building period, resisting three dark soul powers would be your limit."
"But, in just a few moments, you refined three dark soul powers filled with violence, bloodthirsty and hatred."
"My nephew, your spirit is far more powerful than I expected."
"Now, I will slowly transfer more negative soul power to you."
"If my nephew can't bear it, just shake your head gently."
Li Mu nodded slightly, indicating that he knew.
Immediately afterwards, a thread of dark soul power entered his body.
He was instantly absorbed by the Demonic Dao Seed.
Then comes the second, third...
More and more dark soul power entered, and without exception, they were all absorbed instantly.
Immortal Changqing's doubts at first turned into shock, and finally turned into ecstasy.
five hundred!
Li Mu has refined five hundred dark soul powers!
The strength of this soul is already comparable to that of a monk in the Zifu realm!
Moreover, the dark soul power refined by him continues to increase!
520, 538, 566...
When the amount of dark soul power refined by Li Mu reached one thousand, Immortal Changqing's heart trembled.
Is this really the strength that a soul in the foundation building stage can achieve?
1001, 1002, 1003…
Finally, when the 1024th beam of dark soul power entered Li Mu's body, Li Mu shook his head.
It wasn't because he couldn't bear the erosion of the dark soul power, but because a system prompt appeared in front of him.
【Ding! Your seeds are full, come back and feed them tomorrow]
【Broken Wall: 46/100】
In the previous twelve days, I watered three times a day and gained 36 points of progress.
Today I used dark soul power to fertilize and gained 10 points of growth progress.
Li Mu looked at the remaining souls on the coffin and was deeply moved.
These sect deacons and disciples were loyal to the sect during their lifetimes, and even after their death they turned into dead souls and came to help me.
They really... I cried to death.
Li Mu continued to recite the mantra of rebirth while looking into the space inside his body.
Ten more energy bubbles emerged from the surface of the Demonic Dao Seed.
Li Mu used his consciousness to pierce them one by one.
【Ding! Yuanli +15555】
【Ding! Yuanli +15888]
…
Ten energy bubbles were absorbed, and Li Mu once again ascended to a small level.
Immortal Changqing next to him was stunned again.
"Master nephew, has your level improved?"
Li Mu nodded slightly.
Immortal Changqing's face trembled, and he was surprised in his heart, "He is worthy of being a man of great luck. He can gain insights and improve his realm even when I recite the rebirth mantra."
"If I had had the talent and luck back then, I might have become an immortal a thousand years earlier."
After calming down his chaotic thoughts, Immortal Changqing continued to recite the Rebirth Mantra.
After a while, the recitation of the Rebirth Mantra was completed.
Immortal Changqing waved his sleeves, and more than three thousand transparent beads spilled out of his sleeves, slowly falling to the side of the remnant souls.
"This is the soul-fixing bead, which can protect your soul for a hundred years."
More than three thousand remnant souls knelt down and worshiped, saying in unison: "Kowtow to Immortal Changqing!"
The family members, relatives, friends, and fellow disciples of these fallen people also paid their respects one after another.
Immortal Changqing said: "You died for the sect, and the sect will not owe you anything. After three days, the spiritual stones, magic weapons, elixirs, and corresponding compensation will be distributed to the corresponding people."
Many monks also knelt on the ground and said, "Thank you, Immortal Changqing!"
Immortal Changqing waved his hand, "It's getting late, let's go back."
More than three thousand residual souls flew into the soul-fixing beads.
People carried the coffin and left one after another.
It was only then that the monk in white stepped off the floating ship and bowed:
"Uncle Changqing, are you okay?"
Immortal Changqing stroked his short beard and said, "It's still the same as before, but my nephew Yuanhua, whom I haven't seen for ten years, has actually broken through to the realm of immortals."
This white-clothed monk is Su Bing's ninth disciple, Immortal Yuanhua.
Yuan Hua smiled faintly and said, "I had a fight with two witches from Hehuan Valley, and I gained some insights. I was lucky enough to be promoted to a Heavenly Immortal."
Su Ling'er asked curiously: "Did Ninth Senior Brother win or lose?"
"Well, it's a tie." Yuanhua turned around, touched Su Ling'er's head, and changed the subject, "When I left Qingyun Peak, Junior Sister Ling'er's legs were as long as mine. Unexpectedly Ten years have passed and I haven’t grown much taller.”
Su Ling'er tried her best to move his hand away, "Don't touch me, don't touch me, it's just because you touch me too much that I don't grow taller!"
After a while of commotion, Yuan Hua turned to look at Li Mu, "Is this my junior brother?"
Li Mu bowed his hands and said, "I have met Ninth Senior Brother."
Yuan Hua nodded, "He is indeed a man of great luck brought back by the ancestor himself. Regardless of his cultivation level, the strength of his soul alone is enough to impress people."
Li Mu quickly said: "Senior Brother Ninth is overly praised."
Su Ling'er said in a show-off manner: "Senior brother's cultivation talent is also very strong. He is the leader in the list of people who discuss Taoism. In one day, he broke through seven small realms and successfully built the foundation. It took less than half a month. It’s the eighth level of foundation building, and it’s many, many times faster than you, Ninth Master Brother!”
