My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

After a short rest, everyone replenished their energy and once again ventured deeper into the tower.

Unlike before, as they walked, everyone had shaken off the previous unease. Having dealt with things multiple times, even though these residual spirits were invisible and untouchable, everyone had become more adept after being caught off guard before. Moreover, there was now a Ghost Lord among them.

Having witnessed the woman's abilities, no one dared to speak lightly of her, much less communicate excessively. In private, they referred to her as the Ghost Lord and discussed her in hushed tones, and their gazes were filled with both fear and respect.

Yin Weiyin was quite satisfied.

Those residual spirits were invisible to ordinary people, and even Chen Yi could not see them. He could only sense them vaguely. Occasionally, she would glance at Chen Yi's subtle movements and notice that he would sometimes look her way for confirmation.

This was even more impressive than the Heavenly Vision!

He used to think about attaining the Tao one day, and then everything would ascend to the heavens...

He wasn't wrong in his thinking.

Now seeing this, he was indeed like chickens and dogs ascending.

Yin Weiyin felt a sense of emotion, realizing that human calculations can't predict divine will. Fortune comes unexpectedly. She vaguely remembered Tingxue saying she was like chickens and dogs. Although she denied it at the time, in her heart, she somewhat believed it. Clearly, she was overthinking it back then.

After all, luck has never been predictable.

The situation of attack and defense would be different in the future. Chen Yi was to be exclusively hers for Dual Cultivation if she wished, and shared with others if she desired. Calling them to come, or waving them away, would be at her discretion. Who would be who remained unclear in the future. As she pondered, her gaze grew more leisurely.

Her eyes briefly passed over Qing Yuan,

A woman who didn't know how to behave, doomed to an unfulfilled life, even though her efforts were sincere, her feelings persisted unresolved.

Unintentionally, she determined a person's fate, and the female crown raised her brow, understanding the heart of an Immortal as described in the books.

Qing Yuan seemed to have noticed the gaze, and at this moment, turned to look at Donggong Ruoshu, and after a while, secretly transmitted a question: "Were you... were you just looking at me?"

Donggong Ruoshu nodded slightly.

Qing Yuan hesitated, then asked, "What are you looking at me for?"

She smiled faintly, like the Buddha with a flower, full of deep meaning.

And Qing Yuan, as if puzzled and confused, slowly turned back, still unaware of what the future held, and after Yin Weiyin sighed, gracefully waved her sleeve.

A moment later, Qing Yuan suddenly turned and grinned at her.

Yin Weiyin was taken aback, yet before she could understand why, Qing Yuan turned back again.

Was this Immortal Lady crazy, or was she turning around to be mysterious? Yin Weiyin couldn't fathom the meaning behind her sudden smile,

She felt inexplicably frightened as she thought, and couldn't help but think that if Chen Yi desperately pleaded with her, maybe she might reluctantly agree...

They continued forward, the firelight casting shadows on the walls. Generally speaking, underground spaces become narrower the deeper one goes. Naturally wide spaces are limited to the surface layers. However, the further they walked, the more spacious it became around them.

Spacious to the point of being nearly empty.

So deep that not a sound could be heard, save for the continuous footsteps and breathing.

Chen Yi tried to walk quietly at the back, so that even if something went wrong, the White Lotus Sect and the Dragon and Tiger Mountain people would be ahead of him. At the same time, he was keeping an eye on the positions of Qing Yuan and Donggong Ruoshu, ready to draw his sword to protect the two women.

Being cautious and alert with every step, like facing a formidable enemy.

Yet, after walking for five or six hours, nothing happened along the way. Not only were there no residual spirits, but even the decorative murals and artifacts along the way became monotonous.

After surviving one crisis after another, everyone had become a bit unused to it and started whispering to each other.

"Could it be that they're unable to withstand the erosion of time, turning to dust and ashes?"

"I think it's that our predecessors cleared them all away."

"We did see a few burial mounds, but... is it really enough to clear them all away?"

"It feels like the White Lotus Sect misled us on the path..."

Such discussions continued, as they saw no residual spirits along the way. Zhao Tong summoned several Saint Heirs of the White Lotus Sect and confirmed repeatedly that the path was correct, yet the residual spirits that should have been blocking the way were nowhere to be seen.

This should have been a good thing.

Nevertheless, this deep silence still sent chills down their spines.

Uncertain of how long they had walked, they gradually saw a blurred silhouette outlining something different ahead.

It was a thin, swaying rope bridge, with a cold wind blowing through.

Beneath the rope bridge lay a broken abyss, so deep one could not see the bottom. Even shining a light only illuminated a tenth of it, unable to penetrate further.

Everyone took a deep breath. After observing Donggong Ruoshu's gaze, they began to cross the bridge cautiously, one after the other.

At the end of the bridge was a circular altar, and when they raised their lights, the people from Dragon and Tiger Mountain halted instantly.

As if seeing something they shouldn't have.

Eight skeletal remains in Daoist robes knelt around a central stone platform.

The Violet Compassion Sage and the White Lotus Sect members also froze, having no idea why the Dragon Tiger Mountain people didn't move, and were about to inquire.

"Ancestor..."

A trembling voice sounded.

Turning their heads, they saw the people from Dragon and Tiger Mountain were pale-faced, the lead Zhao Tong with contracted pupils, breathing in start-stop bursts.

Underneath the decayed Purple Gold Crown, white bones still held the gesture of incantation, and on the chest of the robes, were embroidered the cloud and thunder patterns of the first-generation Heavenly Master of Dragon and Tiger Mountain...

These were the ancestors who once attacked the mountain and destroyed temples!

"Traces of spell backlash..."

Yin Weiyin noticed something. Taihua Mountain excelled in arrays, and the eight skeletal remains each positioned themselves accordingly. Remnants of past marks adorned the robes, clearly indicating death caused by an array's backlash.

Somehow, seeing the array's patterns, she felt slightly dizzy.

Chen Yi steadied Donggong Ruoshu's trembling shoulders and silently noted the array patterns while on guard.

"Old thing, what is this?"

"They're suppressing evil," the Old Saintess sneered in Chen Yi's Heart Lake, "sacrificing their lives for it."

Chen Yi's gaze sharpened, not because the Old Saintess's words were particularly shocking, but because Zhao Tong suddenly moved, stumbling forward and kneeling before one of the remains.

"Fourth, Fourth-generation Heavenly Master?"

He trembled as he unbuttoned the clothing, revealing the inner lining emblazoned with "Qingwei Xianjiao Hongde," identifying the fourth-generation Heavenly Master, True Monarch Hongde Zhang Sheng.

Coincidentally, it was during this generation that the Evil-Slaying Sword vanished without a trace, disappearing from Dragon and Tiger Mountain. It was also this generation that first ventured into the Demon Refining Abyss in search of the Three Five Evil-Slaying Sword.

Even though they had been prepared for this, seeing the remains of the ancestral masters, cold sweat dotted everyone's faces.

If even the fourth-generation Heavenly Master with boundless cultivation fell here, then...

Crack!

The firelight suddenly flickered.

Emitting pale green sparks.

Cold wind blew with a bone-chilling cold.

Immersed in shock and not yet responding, the Violet Compassion Sage was the first to notice something, abruptly pulling Zhao Tong aside. They watched as fine red threads crawled out from the hollow eye sockets of the remains, climbing toward his neck along his clothes!

"Get back!"

A sudden shout pierced their ears, and Zhao Tong whipped around, not having time to determine what it was. Panicked, he pinched his hand in an incantation,

A cluster of flames exploded from his palm.

The near-captured prey instantly retreated, with red threads surging forth like a tide, crashing against the flames and crackling.

Though they broke through the fire, their momentum diminished and missed their target.

Amidst the group still in shock, they hurriedly formed a Sword Array. Meanwhile, all the remains' joints made a creaking noise that set teeth on edge, as they slowly stood like marionettes...

What deity is this?

"Not the residual spirits!"

Donggong Ruoshu suddenly pointed at the backs of the remains.

Beneath the faded Daoist robes, dark red patterns faintly emerged. Over countless days and nights, the array's patterns had been reversed under the invasion of malignant energy, turning the sacred ancestors of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, who died to suppress the evil, into embodiments of ancient malice.

In the shadowy darkness, pairs of hollow eyes sprouted blood-red pupils, which rotated eerily...