Chapter 255: Chapter 21: Wish to Become a Disciple of No-Life Mother?
The commotion caused by Li Mo quickly subsided, the darkness returned to absolute silence, as if nothing strange had ever occurred.
The Secret Realm resided within Luo Zu’s stomach and intestines, its space relatively limited.
This peculiar location allowed some Demon Cultivators to hear the Red Feet Master’s phrase "Supreme Qingtian," revealing Li Mo’s presence within the Secret Realm.
What shocked them most was that Li Mo managed to move freely without being bound by the Secret Realm’s rules.
The No-Life God Statues upon which they descended were firmly locked in place, unable to be moved no matter how much effort was exerted, leaving them exceptionally passive.
The Demon Cultivators couldn’t help but feel apprehensive, yet Li Mo remained hidden.
More than half a month passed, and no ripples of activity emerged within the Secret Realm.
During this time, over sixty percent of the Demon Cultivators succumbed to the Bewitching Technique, their No-Life God Statues entirely drained, forcing their consciousnesses to retreat from the Secret Realm.
The remaining Demon Cultivators began to decipher the Secret Realm’s unique rules and slowly learned to use them for resource acquisition, gradually adapting.
Old Man Burning Fire’s painstaking arrangements failed to stir any significant trouble.
But for Li Mo, the time gained by Old Man Burning Fire was enough to accomplish many things, even influencing the Realm’s overall dynamics.
Theoretically, Li Mo could secure an invincible position simply by moving unhindered.
Yet for some reason, he felt an inexplicable anxiety.
Through his Tattooed Beast, Li Mo observed Luo Fu Immortal’s head and limbs. Despite the severe decay, traces of vitality still remained.
Thinking back, the No-Life Sect consistently exuded unexplainable strangeness.
Previously, Li Mo’s ignorance of the No-Life Sect left him less concerned, but after leveraging contacts at the port, he learned that the Sect’s influence was far beyond his imagination.
For example, the Blessed Earth Immortal was worshipped in virtually every village.
Such a concept involved millions of believers. Yet the deity in question was merely a Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator—a case of incompetency exceeding rank?
Even in the Sub-Device Sect, there were dozens of Nascent Soul Cultivators, insignificant within the Cultivation World.
How had the No-Life Sect managed to expand to such a scale under the watchful eyes of large Immortal Sects? Scrutinizing the details, nothing about it made sense.
"Let’s secure the top-grade Spirit Stones first."
Li Mo activated Da Ai Mi Tian, his entire flesh mutating grotesquely once again.
He focused on accelerating the Kun Whale’s digestion of the Red Feet Master. If not for the inconvenience of carrying it outside, he might have directly unleashed the End-of-the-World Dao Seed.
......
"What a Supreme Qingtian!!!"
The Stove Lord opened his eyes in astonishment. Though Red Feet Master was not one of his subordinate gods, he could faintly sense the latter’s presence.
Moments ago, the aura of the Red Feet Master vanished entirely.
Either the Red Feet Master had defected from the No-Life Sect, or their temple had been destroyed by Li Mo; the Stove Lord leaned towards the latter.
The Stove Lord’s expression twisted with displeasure. The Red Feet Master’s Divine Skills had been exceedingly useful, yet they had inexplicably perished in the True Void Hometown.
Anxiety gnawed at him, and the radiance emanating from him suddenly dimmed.
A few Deceitful Objects lunged out of the darkness, but the Stove Lord remained unmoved, letting them entangle him.
"Such trifling Deceitful Objects dare to disrupt my train of thought."
Rather than succumbing to their influence, the Stove Lord suppressed their greed, though he could not escape the increased Spiritual Power consumption.
Having already deduced methods to counter Deceitful Objects, he murmured, "The Stove Lord blesses a household’s incense and ensures its prosperity."
"He discerns virtuous and wicked deeds, records merit and sins. Every Gengshen day, he petitions the Jade Emperor. By month’s end..."
As the Stove Lord recited his scriptures, the Deceitful Objects surrounding him became bewildered, then transformed into devoted believers prostrating before the Divine Statue.
After bowing a few times, their bodies crumbled into ashes and disappeared completely.
The Stove Lord shook his head slightly.
He realized that without resources inside their forms, mere nutrient absorption was insufficient, bringing nothing more than stability.
The Stove Lord understood he must summon large numbers of Deceitful Objects; otherwise, coming to the Secret Realm would be a wasted effort. "Time is running short. If I don’t make up for the losses..."
Without hesitation, he continued attracting the Deceitful Objects, his aura starting to surge wildly.
"Hmm?"
The Stove Lord froze in shock as he noticed a portion of Deceitful Objects being dragged into the depths of darkness by flesh-tentacles.
The remaining Deceit Beasts lacked resources and provided him only marginal benefits.
"Who dares?!!"
The Stove Lord’s first thought was the Blessed Earth Immortal. The two had been rivals for ages, openly and secretly fighting over believers numerous times.
However, the Blessed Earth Immortal obviously lacked such abilities.
After extracting all the nearby Deceitful Objects, the Stove Lord summoned another wave, exponentially larger than before.
As he watched the approaching swarm, dozens of flesh-tentacles flashed in an instant.
This time, the Stove Lord saw them clearly. His face grew twisted with rage as he bellowed furiously, "Supreme Qingtian! How dare you?!!"
No sound came to answer him, and the Stove Lord’s face darkened in frustration.
Li Mo ignored the Stove Lord entirely. His tentacles, formed from mutated cancerous cells, continued dragging Deceitful Objects toward himself.
Li Mo’s position was calculated carefully, situated at the center of multiple Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators.
The Deceitful Objects were naturally drawn to the Nascent Soul Cultivators, while Li Mo reaped the benefits, selectively absorbing resources to feed Da Ai Mi Tian.
Compared to the methods of Nascent Soul Cultivators, Da Ai Mi Tian operated with savage efficiency.
It directly injected cancerous cells, extracting nutrients within mere moments and funneling them back into the No-Life God Statue, while external temples shared in the advantage.
A Deceitful Object containing hidden Elixirs struggled briefly before falling silent in an instant.
Li Mo felt the enhancement those resource-rich Elixirs could bring to the temple’s cultivation. However, with Turbid Blood Spiritual Power already perfected, their utility seemed somewhat redundant.
Resource-rich spiritual materials, on the other hand, reinforced the temple’s foundations.
Li Mo primarily sought out spiritual materials. Through relentless plundering, his temple grew several meters taller.
"The festival lasts only six months. Its efficiency is far too low."
The top-grade Spirit Stones lay concealed in the Secret Realm’s shrouded depths. Whenever Li Mo approached them, the Deceitful Objects would invariably withdraw rapidly.
Squinting slightly, Li Mo chose to actively create commotion to lure the Deceitful Objects.
He selected certain ones for absorption while tossing the rest to the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators—carefully ensuring the Stove Lord gained nothing.
The Stove Lord raged impotently, unable to move the No-Life God Statue.
Wave after wave of Deceitful Objects surged toward the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators. Aside from Li Mo, who picked up easy gains, Doumu Primordial Lord reaped the largest rewards.
Doumu Primordial Lord’s affinity with the Secret Realm’s rules allowed him to attract over a hundred Deceitful Objects per minute.
The Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators no longer paid any attention to Li Mo, consumed entirely by their resource gathering, their expressions growing increasingly manic.
Four months passed.
The cycle of slaughter within the Secret Realm persisted. Despite numerous attempts, Li Mo struggled to secure the top-grade Spirit Stones due to the sheer density of Deceitful Objects.
With the Life Festival’s conclusion nearing, Li Mo began considering retreating to the True Void Hometown.
"It’s here."
Li Mo’s brow furrowed.
Pushing Da Ai Mi Tian to its limits, his No-Life God Statue swelled beyond five meters in height, then charged toward the location of the top-grade Spirit Stones.
Two top-grade Spirit Stones had been embedded within ordinary Deceitful Objects.
Li Mo crashed through a throng of Deceitful Objects. Despite his restricted vision, the Creation Book allowed him to maintain an unwavering lock on the Spirit Stones.
"Hmm?"
A trace of doubt crossed his face as the Spirit Stones approached him proactively rather than retreating as before—an action that felt deliberate.
Though he hesitated briefly, the behavior of the Deceitful Objects seemed puzzling indeed.
Yet he was already deep in the Secret Realm. There was no reason to pass on the Spirit Stones so tantalizingly close, especially when the Creation Book validated their authenticity.
Tentacles lashed out.
Binding the two Deceitful Beasts, Da Ai Mi Tian demonstrated unparalleled digestive capability.
Li Mo moved swiftly, as the Creation Book visibly mended itself. Within moments, the top-grade Spirit Stones were utterly absorbed.
Glancing at the Creation Book, two complete Spirit Root Pages gleamed with faint radiance.
"It’s done."
Li Mo’s excitement showed. The Spirit Root Pages ensured smooth progress into the Nascent Soul Stage, significantly reducing concerns about the Uncertainty Period Death Disease.
The Secret Realm remained steeped in slaughter.
Li Mo wasted no time, abandoning the No-Life God Statue to return to the True Void Hometown’s temple. When he refocused, he found himself enveloped in dense mist.
"Hah."
Li Mo exhaled deeply.
Having absorbed an incredible amount of resources, Turbid Blood Spiritual Power had reached a bottleneck, seemingly ready to break through at a mere thought.
While most Core Formation Cultivators struggled to break their Golden Core and form an Infant, Li Mo faced the opposite issue: suppressing his Turbid Blood Spiritual Power for decades.
"It’s time to find a secluded place, form three Golden Cores into Nascent Souls, and reemerge in the world."
"As for the Stove Lord, I’ll settle the score when I reach the Nascent Soul Stage."
Li Mo retracted his Tattooed Beast, preparing to leave the True Void Hometown when Luo Fu Immortal’s playful laughter echoed in his ears again.
"Heeheehee..."
He felt a chill and discovered his statue was trapped in the True Void Hometown.
Thankfully, even losing the statue wouldn’t leave Li Mo severely wounded. Remaining calm, he commanded Taiyin Law Heaven to teleport his true form.
Luo Zu shook the earth.
Soon, Li Mo saw Luo Fu Immortal’s head rotate a full 365 degrees while her limbs stretched endlessly.
"Heeheehee..."
The colossal presence of Luo Zu brought indescribable tremors across thousands of miles.
Luo Fu Immortal’s limbs retracted into Luo Zu like a tortoise, while her head emerged bit by bit. Her neck-down body resembled that of a bamboo stick insect, unnervingly slender.
"A monster."
Li Mo’s breath grew ragged; the unimaginable sight defied all logic.
A stunning head, alabaster limbs, yet a torso no thicker than a spinal cord, with visibly rotting, pus-dripping Five Internal Organs hanging grotesquely around the abdomen.
"Heeheehee, I didn’t expect to find such a promising seedling during cultivation at the Moon Altar."
Luo Fu Immortal bent forward, fixing her gaze on Li Mo and spoke again: "Saint Body, Mayfly Soul, skin like robe, beast-like Five Internal Organs transforming into Pao Xiao."
"I am Doumu Primordial Lord Luo Fu."
"Supreme Qingtian, would you be willing to become the thirteenth disciple under No-Life Mother?"
Li Mo fell into a trance; the newly surfaced memories from the Creation Book confirmed that the Moon Altar was indeed the secluded cultivation site for Yanyue Sect’s Inner Sect disciples.
If Luo Fu was the true Doumu Primordial Lord...
Then the cluster of Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators in the True Void Hometown might only be temple priests spreading belief, wholly unaware of their subservient role.
Temple priests spreading faith under the guise of deities—utterly laughable.
No wonder the No-Life Sect could act with such impunity in the world. They had infiltrated even Heavenly Sword Sect’s subordinate Sword Tongue Sect. Backing them were truly No-Life Mother and the Twelve Immortals.
"Supreme Qingtian, would you be willing to become the thirteenth disciple under No-Life Mother?"