This is the purification stage of Nestorianism.

A jug of Holy Water was poured over the woman in the cyan dress, burning her clothes and skin to a crisp. After burning, they restored, looking the same before and after purification. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Even if you built a reservoir, it wouldn’t purify her," said the Young Taoist.

"Song Clan Leader, let’s go."

Mr. Zhao said to Song Xiaodong, who was peacefully watching the spectacle at the center of the camp.

The two walked together.

The woman in the cyan dress remained silent, her eyes filled with hatred as she stared at everyone.

"Use silver needles to pierce here, here, here, here, here..."

Mr. Zhao instructed Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong inserted silver needles into the major points on the woman in the cyan dress.

He inserted eight needles in total, counting the crown of her head, making nine.

After inserting the last needle, silver needles on the woman in cyan began to emit a vapor with a hissing sound, and her body shriveled rapidly, turning tawny, into a mummy visible to the naked eye.

"What kind of needles are these?" The Nestorian representative asked, stunned.

"These are silver needles from Dragon Gate," Song Xiaodong replied.

"Indeed, Dragon Gate Taoism is profound and lives up to its name."

As they were talking, the entire Dragon Boat turned to ashes in the wind along with the mummy, leaving nothing behind.

A group of people returned to the camp.

Mr. Zhao seemed to recall something, found Zhao Ruonan, and said, "Temporarily suppressed now, if General Zhao wants revenge or to solve the problem once and for all, I have a plan."

"Hmm?" Zhao Ruonan was puzzled.

"Go find its heart."

Zhao Ruonan nodded.

"Now you can pee," the Young Taoist jested.

Before he finished speaking, an intense golden light suddenly erupted from the direction of Lop Nur, accompanied by a powerful man’s roar, echoing across the Great Desert.

No doubt it’s a human voice, but it can’t travel that far.

It’s at least twenty kilometers from Lop Nur to Zhao Ruonan’s camp.

Who can speak and be heard twenty kilometers away?

Mr. Zhao, Young Taoist, Old Taoist, Nestorian representative, Song Xiaodong, Sun Yiyi, Chu Xianling all came back outside the tent.

Blinding golden light shot skyward from Lop Nur’s direction, coloring half the sky red, the moon dimming.

For days the moon has been dim.

The Young Taoist chuckled, asked Mr. Zhao, "How many steps would you say it takes from here to Lop Nur?"

"I’m more concerned with how many years you’ll age," Mr. Zhao replied.

"Hahahaha."

After laughing, the Young Taoist said to everyone, "Hold hands, close your eyes, don’t open until I say so, otherwise, your head might be at Lop Nur while your body stays at camp, don’t blame me then."

Everyone obediently complied, when the Young Taoist saw everyone was ready, he took a step forward, and the group at the camp vanished into thin air.

Without any sensation, all they could hear was the whistling of wind by their ears.

It took exactly seven steps.

"Alright, you can open your eyes now."

Though everyone had witnessed the Young Taoist’s Ground-Shrinking technique, opening their eyes to the overwhelming yellow sand of Lop Nur was still astonishing.

The Young Taoist now seemed sixty years old.

"Aged twenty years," Mr. Zhao noted.

"I’ll just take a few Great Tonic Pills and return to sixteen; you can chew all the ginseng you want, but you still won’t be fertile," the Young Taoist remarked to Mr. Zhao.

Mr. Zhao said nothing.

Mr. Zhao’s Kung Fu requires a man born in yang year, month, day, and hour to train, reaching a certain level can result in infertility.

Whomever practices it sees their lineage end.

Such Mystic Gate Taoist Methods, no wonder they’re declining gradually.

Everyone saw clearly now, they’re at the outskirts of Lop Nur, the central area glimmering from beneath the sand.

Temperatures at Lop Nur drop below twenty degrees at night, but everyone felt heat emanating from the glowing object.

As though a sun lay buried beneath the sand.

"What is this thing?" the Young Taoist curiously asked.

Song Xiaodong searched through the Dragon Gate Secret Vault documents while recalling the dossier Zhao Ruonan showed earlier.

Lop Nur migrates every 1500 years, containing East Lake and West Lake, wandering in small ranges, a peculiar big ear shape formed by overlapping two lake basins from separate times.

This spot serves for corpse cultivation, East Lake submerges Yin Corpses, West Lake aridly buries Yang Corpses.

"It’s the Feng Shui of Yin and Yang Dual Corpses! Made by a Corpse Cultivator!" Song Xiaodong suddenly realized.

The others also understood.

Where there are Yin Corpses like the lady in cyan, there should be Yang Corpses.

Only with Yin and Yang can there be circulation, hence Feng Shui.

Yin Corpses are easy to nurture, seek a cold, wet site for burial.

The Yin Corpses’ location was unearthed by the Young Taoist’s group earlier, exposing the Dragon Boat to sunlight, the Yin Corpse was drained by Song Xiaodong, Yin Corpses couldn’t restrain Yang Corpses, breaking the Feng Shui, thus now Yang Corpses rage.

But following yin-yang theory, Yang Corpses shouldn’t exist.

Corpses are inherently yin; if absorbing yang energy, their souls are weak and would fade upon yang energy impact, all efforts futile.

"Really, there are Yang Corpses?" the Old Taoist asked doubtfully.

"The Li Family from Western Hunan has Yang Corpse Secret Techniques, using top-grade cold jade to nurture the mind and protect souls, then flesh absorbs yang energy through repeated refinement, with cold jade gradually moistened by yang energy turning to warm jade, refined Yang Corpses withstand blades, strong as an ox, but emit perilous yin fire that wards off, being highly troublesome," the Young Taoist explained.

"Yang Corpses are very rare, for souls able to withstand yang’s searing without dissolving must harbor intense resentment," Mr. Zhao said.