At this mont, the Shadow Movent technique of Lei Jun’s Heavenly Travel Talisman reached its peak effectiveness. Aided by the Mysterious Void Mirror, his form beca completely invisible.
Even so, Lei Jun remained cautious as he proceeded.
Cultivators of the Taoist Alchemy Cauldron Sect possessed keen spiritual souls. If their Yang Gods ventured out, their perceptive and insightful abilities would be enhanced even further.
Lei Jun quietly penetrated deeper into the cave mansion. Before he could see the master of this place, he felt a slight stirring in his own mind.
His Yin Yang Sacred Body seed to be drawn by so presence.
Besides his Yin Yang Sacred Body, the Balance of Motion and Stillness also seed to be stirred. That page from Celestial Book - Three, which expounded on the transformations of the world’s Liangyi, appeared to be similarly affected.
Expressionless, Lei Jun flipped the Mysterious Void Mirror; light and darkness intertwined for an instant.
His own Heaven-piercing Earth-penetrating Taliscript also took effect.
Although he was within the sealed cave mansion, its general layout began to form in Lei Jun’s mind.
Kang Ming and the Taoist Alchemy Cauldron Sect cultivator from the Upper Three Heavens were in the core area of the Zhu Bo Cave Mansion.
As Lei Jun approached, he discovered that Kang Ming was restrained and unable to move freely.
His deep red Taoist Robe was now flickering with light, though the light did not originate from him.
Nurous Talisman Scriptures shone on Kang Ming’s Taoist Robe, collectively creating a suppressive effect that sealed his cultivation and controlled his movents.
Kang Ming himself was inwardly cursing his rotten luck.
He had never imagined that his own Huangtian Sect could be so thoroughly infiltrated by traitors from the Pure Yang Palace. So mbers of his sect had even been possessed, their bodies controlled by these very traitors.
What should have been an inspiring tale—a young, promising cultivator eagerly coming to the overseas Ancestral Altar to pursue a higher realm—had instead beco a horror story steeped in tragedy.
And he, Taoist Kang, had walked right into the trap.
In truth, Zhou Peng and the others had not intended to act against him imdiately.
Zhou Peng and his group planned to continue ’cultivating’ Kang Ming, waiting until he broke through to the Seventh Heavenly Layer before making other arrangents.
If a cultivator only temporarily possessed another’s body, intending to later return to their own original flesh, that would be one matter.
But if they intended to spend the rest of their lives in a new body, due to the principle of the unity of body and thod, progressing in cultivation after possession would beco exceedingly difficult.
Furthermore, the act of possession itself would erode the cultivator’s own spirit, making it a thod that could not be used frequently.
In the past, when Lei Jun had destroyed the body of Zhao Sen, a descendant of the Witch Sect Yin Mountain Cave from the Southern Wilderness, Zhao Sen had preferred to maintain his spiritual soul with a Worm rather than hastily find another body; this was precisely the reason.
Therefore, even though Kang Ming’s strength would significantly increase after breaking through to the Seventh Heavenly Layer, Zhou Peng and the others still intended to ’nurture’ him further. They were confident that, with careful planning against an unsuspecting Kang Ming, they could still subdue him when the ti ca.
Unfortunately for them, Kang Ming was alert and sensitive, and he had quickly noticed that sothing was amiss.
Although he tried to hide his suspicions and act as if nothing was wrong, Zhou Peng and his group had been constantly monitoring him from the shadows.
Realizing the truth was about to be exposed, they decided not to wait any longer and imdiately took Kang Ming down.
In the core area of the Zhu Bo Cave Mansion, clouds billowed and mists curled. Spiritual Energy flowed abundantly, like a heavenly realm.
Yet, the events unfolding were anything but saintly or in line with the Taoist air.
Kang Ming lay on the ground, immobilized, surrounded by what resembled a small-scale Altar.
Before this Altar stood a Three-tiered Dharma Altar, its style slightly different from that of the traditional Talisman Sect, looming impressively.
Atop the Dharma Altar, no person was visible—only a round, gleaming, golden Dan Pill, easily exceeding a ter in diater.
The Dan Pill’s surface shimred with a relatively dim light, and faint cracks were discernible.
If one observed the Dan Pill carefully, its surface could be seen reflecting images like a mirror.
Reflected on the Dan Pill’s surface was the image of a middle-aged Taoist.
This Taoist had a refined appearance and a calm deanor, though he looked sowhat frail.
Below the Dharma Altar, beside the prone Kang Ming, stood a Taoist dressed in white and black robes.
Although dressed in the robes of an orthodox Pure Yang Palace Taoist, his apparent age was shockingly young—he looked no older than ten, more like a Tao Boy than a Taoist.
Yet, this Tao Boy possessed a gaze filled with worldly experience and an unnervingly mature deanor.
Combined with his youthful appearance, it created an intensely unsettling atmosphere.
This young Taoist’s figure, moreover, was sowhat ethereal and indistinct, not quite solid.
His facial features were strikingly similar to those of the middle-aged Taoist reflected on the surface of the Golden Core atop the Dharma Altar.
It was as if the middle-aged Taoist had reverted to his youth.
Kang Ming stared fixedly at the middle-aged Taoist. "...Wen Zhaoqian!"
As a Branch Master of the Huangtian Sect, although he maintained a low profile in his daily affairs, even constantly relocating and hiding, he had never ceased paying attention to the outside world.
The image of the middle-aged Taoist reflected on the surface of the giant Golden Core atop the Dharma Altar was unmistakably Wen Zhaoqian—an elder of the Seventh Heavenly Layer Nascent Soul Realm from the Pure Yang Palace, the Sacred Land of the Taoist Alchemy Cauldron Sect.
The crux of the matter was that, according to information Kang Ming and the Huangtian Sect had previously obtained, this Wen Zhaoqian, the Nascent Soul elder of the Pure Yang Palace, had supposedly perished about four years ago while defending his sect during an attack by a Great Demon from the Northern Lands.
Who could have ever imagined that Wen Zhaoqian hadn’t truly died but was, in fact, about to possess him, Kang Ming?
Atop the Dharma Altar, Wen Zhaoqian’s physical body was nowhere to be seen—only that sowhat flawed Golden Core.
The image of Wen Zhaoqian himself was mirrored on the surface of the Golden Core.
And the young, ethereal-looking Taoist standing beside Kang Ming at this very mont was the image of Wen Zhaoqian’s Nascent Soul.
His Nascent Soul had previously also been stored within that Golden Core.
Regardless of whether Wen Zhaoqian had genuinely fought the Great Demon to the death or had deliberately faked his demise to escape during the battle that breached the Pure Yang Palace, his physical body had undoubtedly suffered severe damage in that conflict, leaving behind only this remnant of his Great Elixir.
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