Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses-Chapter 562 - 539: Abyss of Heaven

Two days ago.

Corpse-Driving Sect, Ten Thousand Dao Peak.

A white spiritual energy vortex, visible to the naked eye, suddenly appeared above a certain cave dwelling, emitting a massive ’whoosh, whoosh, whoosh’ sound, which drew the attention of many cultivators in the sect.

"Is this... has a new disciple successfully established their Foundation?"

"No, no, the commotion of breaking through to Foundation Establishment shouldn’t be this massive."

The next moment, a nearly tangible shadow of a fire dragon soared into the sky.

It stretched for hundreds of feet, with red scales on its body that had Dao patterns embodying the principles of heaven and earth automatically surfacing.

A pair of golden eyes flashed with dazzling spiritual light, and at the same time, a faint pressure spread.

The Foundation Establishment Great Cultivators who came to observe couldn’t help but furrow their brows, yet in the next instant, they beamed with joy.

"Magic harmonized with the divine, Dao foundation perfected?"

"Isn’t this Elder Bi Lingyuan’s cave? This old fellow quietly polished his Dao foundation to perfection!"

"Don’t talk nonsense, Elder Bi Lingyuan is not old at all. Just over a hundred, in his prime."

Amidst the discussions, a red light flew out from the cave dwelling.

A majestic middle-aged man, with a sturdy build, prominent brow ridge, and broad face, emerged.

Due to just having broken through, a faint aura still emanated from him, as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

"Congratulations, Elder Bi, with your Dao foundation perfected, the next step is to establish your spiritual platform. There’s hope for a Golden Core!"

"Theoretically, even without establishing a spiritual platform, a perfected Dao foundation has a slight chance of advancing to a Golden Core..."

"These are turbulent times, and the sect gaining a new Golden Core seed is a great joy."

The other elders of the Corpse-Driving Sect all extended their congratulations, and Elder Bi also cupped his hands courteously towards them.

Suddenly, as if hearing something, his eyebrows twitched.

Soon after, a fiery flying boat appeared under his feet, rapidly heading in the direction of the Sect Leader Peak.

At the Sect Leader Peak, in a rather secretive room.

The stone table was three feet long, with nothing on it except a pot of clear wine and several white cups.

Two individuals sat on either side.

One was the just-broken-through Elder Bi, clad in a black Daoist robe, with a dignified face and fierce eyes.

The other was an elder in gray attire, appearing about fifty, with shining black hair and a kind face, none other than the current Sect Leader Three Corpses Daoist of the Corpse-Driving Sect.

"Junior Brother Bi endured nearly thirty years of hardship, finally severing his heart demon and moving on from that past incident. It is truly a cause for celebration," Three Corpses Daoist said with a smile.

"The Demon Clan is advancing step by step, and the sect is in dire circumstances. If I were still entangled in trivial love affairs, I would be unworthy of being a sect elder and ashamed of the teachings of my mentor from years ago," Elder Bi said sternly.

"I’m relieved to see you’ve come to this realization, Junior Brother," nodded Three Corpses Daoist, "Considering you’ve reached this realm, your contributions are already significant.

According to sect regulations, you may be assigned an unclaimed small world. Currently, the sect still has remaining..."

His words were abruptly interrupted by Bi Lingyuan: "Senior Brother Jiang, I want to go to the Celestial Abyss."

"No matter how many Fake Pills we gather, they can only hold a corner and are useless against the formidable Cyan Wolf Ridge.

Unless a new Golden Core emerges in the sect, there is no chance we’ll survive this calamity," Bi Lingyuan shook his head. "Our time is indeed running out."

"Yes, time is scarce," Three Corpses Daoist echoed with a sigh. "This time, you won’t be going alone."

"Senior Brother Jiang, you also want to..." Bi Lingyuan showed a hint of surprise on his face.

The two chatted for a while before falling silent, both gazing in a certain direction.

It seemed as if they pierced through various obstacles and saw a peak deep within the sect.

That peak, perpetually shrouded in misty gray-white clouds, was Forget Worry Peak, where the sect’s only Golden Core Master—the Supreme Elder resided.

The next day.

The Corpse-Driving Sect convened a secret internal Elder Council at the Sect Leader Peak to send off Bi Lingyuan.

Most of the sect’s elders had gone to guard the border towns of the Zhao Kingdom. The few remaining within the sect, roughly a dozen, gathered. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Old Bi, this is a high-level invisibility talisman I found last time in the Ancient Cultivator’s Secret Realm. It’s a precious treasure, keep it safe. It might save a life at a crucial moment.

If you return from the Celestial Abyss and haven’t used it, be sure to return it to me."

"Junior Brother Bi, this is a Pure Yang Mirror. Although it barely reaches the level of a low-grade Spiritual Artifact, it should have considerable restraining effects against the demons in the Celestial Abyss, with possible miraculous effects at critical times."

"Elder Bi, I have a bottle of Earth Spirit Pills for you. Consuming one can replenish up to thirty percent of your spiritual essence.

There are many places in the Celestial Abyss that isolate spiritual energy, so be sure to carry plenty of elixirs for contingencies."

Upon hearing that Bi Lingyuan was heading to the Celestial Abyss, the elders showed great respect and bestowed treasures upon him.

Bi Lingyuan didn’t say much in gratitude, only continuously cupping his fists in acknowledgment, his expression solemn.

Finally, a stern-faced, cold-expressioned old man in a gray robe approached.

He handed over a pair of black cloud shoes engraved with complex runes, emanating a faint, luminous glow.

"The Chasing Cloud Shoes can enhance the speed of your flying magic.

If you encounter an overwhelming enemy, don’t consider resisting—if you can’t win, just flee," the gray-robed elder said casually. "This journey to the Celestial Abyss is fraught with dangers, take good care of yourself."

"Old Zheng, don’t lecture me.

With the Sect Leader and I gone, the entire sect will depend on you to hold it together, so make sure you withstand any dangers you might face," Bi Lingyuan said as he accepted the cloud shoes-type magical artifact.

This elder turned out to be Elder Zheng Jingming, the Great Elder of the Corpse-Driving Sect. He held a status within the sect second only to the Sect Leader and the Supreme Elder.

"Danger? Can anything be more dangerous than the Celestial Abyss?" the Great Elder snorted coldly.

After bidding farewell, the elders gradually departed.

Bi Lingyuan followed Three Corpses Daoist to the highest point of the sect’s Execution Dao Peak.

There stood an ancient Daoist temple, appearing desolate and lifeless.

At the temple’s entrance, an old daoist with graying hair and numerous wrinkles on his face sat cross-legged, eyes half-closed as if asleep.

Upon seeing this Daoist, both Bi Lingyuan and Three Corpses Daoist bowed respectfully, "Uncle-Master Yu."

The old daoist addressed as ’Uncle-Master Yu’ slightly opened his eyes, and weakly uttered two words: "Token."

Even for the Sect Leader, some rules couldn’t be broken, indicating the importance of this Daoist temple.

Three Corpses Daoist brought out a crescent-shaped dark gold token, which flew into the old daoist’s left hand.

In the old man’s right hand, another crescent-shaped token suddenly appeared.

With a ’click,’ the two tokens snapped together, emitting a golden radiance.

The space behind the daoist started to tremble slightly.

The temple’s appearance gradually faded, revealing a deep, dark cave, with a biting chill emanating from its entrance.

"Let’s go." Three Corpses Daoist led Bi Lingyuan into the cave.

Once their figures disappeared, the cave returned to its original temple form.

The two walked through the dark cave for a moment before reaching the innermost area.

There lay a six-pointed star teleportation array drawn with intricate black lines, its scale and complexity far exceeding any teleportation array Bi Lingyuan had seen before.

In the center of the Array were nine distinct slots.

As Three Corpses Daoist placed rhomboid white crystals into seven of the slots.

The black lines on the Array began to flow swiftly, and the space around them swiftly became illusory.

A flash of light, and both Bi Lingyuan and Three Corpses Daoist disappeared from where they stood.

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