Blackstone City faded into the darkness of the night behind her.
Su Yueli moved across the wasteland, her figure leaving behind a series of blurred afterimages under the faint moonlight.
With every step she took, the ground beneath her feet only slightly indented as she shot forward like an arrow flying low, instantly covering dozens of yards.
She did not choose any of the spiritual paradises favored by the immortals. Instead, she headed straight for the deepest dead zone on the Great Li border—the Spiritless Dead Valley.
Half a day later, the land ahead turned completely grayish-white.
This was the most famous wasteland for thousands of miles. The entire valley was filled with jagged rocks, devoid of a single living plant. More lethally, there was not a trace of spiritual energy to be found here.
In the eyes of cultivators, this place was a quagmire to be avoided at all costs. Once a cultivator entered, their spiritual power would only flow out without any way to replenish it, leaving them like a mortal without water.
Without spiritual energy to sustain them, staying here for too long would cause even their Golden Cores and Nascent Souls to slowly wither away.
But for Su Yueli, who followed the Ji Dao martial arts and relied purely on her own blood qi, this was the safest cradle in the world.
“Without spiritual energy, the divine senses of those cultivators will pass over this place as if it were a stagnant pool. They won’t linger here at all.”
Su Yueli stopped at the edge of a bottomless, ten-thousand-fathom cliff. The cold wind howled, making her green and white dress flap loudly.
She looked down into the deep darkness below and, without a moment’s hesitation, leaped off.
The wind whistled past her ears like cutting blades. After falling for several thousand fathoms, Su Yueli twisted her waist in mid-air. Her right hand formed a claw, and with a burst of violent Ji Dao Astral Qi, she dug her fingers deep into the rock of the cliff face.
Crack!
Sparks flew, and shattered stones fell like rain.
Su Yueli’s figure came to a sudden halt halfway down the cliff. Hanging by one hand from the rock wall, she narrowed her eyes, surveying the incredibly hard cliff face made of dark iron ore.
“This is the spot.”
Su Yueli clenched her left fist, and the physical strength of her Heaven-Shaking Realm erupted. Her blood qi, as heavy as mercury, surged wildly through her arm.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dull thuds of flesh hitting rock echoed through the deep valley.
Without any fancy techniques, Su Yueli used her bare fists to hammer the cliff wall. The dark iron rock, which even ordinary dharma treasures would struggle to cut, shattered like tofu under her fists, turning into dust that scattered below.
Within moments, a sealed stone room dozens of yards wide, with rough but incredibly sturdy walls, was carved out by her fists.
Su Yueli flipped into the stone room and grabbed a broken stone beam weighing tens of thousands of pounds.
Rumble!
She used brute force to jam the stone beam into the opening, completely sealing the only exit.
The stone room instantly plunged into absolute darkness and silence. Su Yueli sat cross-legged on the cold floor.
With a flick of her wrist, the ring on her finger trembled. A flash of black light later, over a dozen bags of ancient martial path herbs, extorted from the Treasure Pavilion's warehouse, were scattered across the floor.
A medicinal fragrance so thick it was almost tangible instantly filled the room. Su Yueli lined up the jade bottles containing Earth Core Marrow and placed the deep red Ninth Realm demonic leech core in front of her.
“Those old monsters from Great Li and Great Wei are probably scouring the world for that ‘Masked God of Death’ right now.”
A cold smile touched the corners of her mouth beneath the mask. Let them scramble.
By the time those great sects' divine senses had dug three feet into the borders of both countries, or even activated their sect-protecting arrays to guard against a non-existent “ancient Unyielding Corpse,” she would already be rooted here.
Cultivation was a serious matter. The foundations of the Blue Moon Sect and Cangyun Sect were not as simple as they appeared on the surface.
The old geezers of the Tenth and Eleventh Realms, or even the potential Thirteenth Realm monsters, were all beings capable of moving mountains and rivers with a single thought.
With her current early stage Heaven-Shaking Realm cultivation, going back for revenge would likely just be throwing her life away.
“I’m not coming out until I’m at max level. When I reach the Thirteenth Realm and achieve physical sainthood, I’ll dance on your sects' ancestral graves and stomp you into the dust, coffins and all.”
Su Yueli was very clear-headed. In the longevity martial path, the one thing she didn't lack was time. Risking her life against a bunch of cultivators who were about to die of old age would be foolish.
She slowly reached out her right hand and took the lump of Ten-Thousand-Year Blood Marrow, which squirmed like gold-red mercury, into her palm. It radiated a faint warmth and was unnaturally heavy.
Su Yueli took a deep breath and swallowed the Ten-Thousand-Year Blood Marrow whole.
Boom!
The gold-red liquid metal flowed down her esophagus. It lacked any gentle medicinal properties; the moment it entered her body, it turned into scalding lava.
The intense burning sensation caused Su Yueli’s pupils to shrink instantly. The medicinal power was like ten thousand steel needles, ruthlessly stabbing into the gaps of her bones.
Crack... crack...
The golden bones that had been tempered in the previous chapter and radiated a faint golden light actually emitted overburdened cracking sounds under the impact of this extremely yin and pure blood marrow of an ancient grand cultivator.
Intense pain hit her like an overwhelming wave. Su Yueli remained expressionless, merely gritting her teeth. Her internal Ji Dao Will transformed into a heavy hammer, forcibly locking the violent medicinal power deep within her bones.
The first step of Ascetic Meditation began officially in this isolated, dark underground, accompanied by the endless pain of fracturing bones.
“...”
The dark red, viscous liquid slid down Su Yueli’s throat. It was heavy, and as it landed in her stomach, it felt less like medicine and more like molten iron.
Sizzle.
The high temperature caused her esophagus and stomach to contract almost instantly. Then, the Yin-Death Resentment accumulated within the Ten-Thousand-Year Blood Marrow for thousands of years began to spread through her internal organs.
Accompanied by a violent tearing sensation, it quickly scorched the linings of her internal organs black.
Su Yueli’s cross-legged body shuddered violently, and fine beads of blood appeared on the surface of her skin.
Pain. Indescribable pain.
The medicinal power first slammed into her golden bones.
Crack.
A crisp snapping sound echoed in the silent stone room. Her left rib had cracked directly under the immense pressure.
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