Li Mo had no intention of heading to the top floor. Even the phantom image of the Symbiotic Dharma Body stayed behind him, continuously inhaling and exhaling Sword Qi through his mouth and nose.

The Symbiotic Dharma Body restrained its aura, yet its true nature remained indistinct.

Daoist Ye Zhuo felt his scalp tingling.

It wasn't the thought of confronting the Big Night Wander head-on that unnerved him, but the sheer number of Lifebound Flying Swords Li Mo had summoned—it was nearly comparable to half the numbers along the Beili Riverbank.

"What in the ghost?"

Shock filled Daoist Ye Zhuo's eyes.

Initially, when Li Mo demonstrated his ability to wield dozens of Flying Swords, Ye Zhuo had chalked it up to the uniqueness of his constitution—a scenario he could reluctantly rationalize.

But now, the number of Lifebound Flying Swords had exceeded over a thousand.

Daoist Ye Zhuo couldn't pinpoint the cause of this phenomenon. Could it be that Li Mo had refined himself into a Sword Tomb? And how on earth was he maintaining harmony among so many Flying Swords?

Little did he know that the upper limit of the Symbiotic Dharma Body was 10,000 Lifebound Flying Swords.

If Li Mo ever reached the level of a Land Immortal...

He could summon an endless number of Lifebound Flying Swords with one breath—and might even cause the coffin lid of the Heavenly Sword Sect's ancestral master to flip.

"Ye Zhuo, your task is to fortify the inn."

Li Mo touched the Cave God's Eye at the center of his brow with his index finger. "At most, an hour."

"What?"

Daoist Ye Zhuo froze in place.

Li Mo's left eye erupted with Taiyin Sword Intent, while his right eye unleashed Taiyang Sword Intent. Meanwhile, his ears held Ghostly Light Sword Intent and Great Darkness Sword Intent, steadily accumulating power.

It was as if he had transformed into a sharpened sword, raised high and poised to strike at any moment.

"Are you kidding me, Senior Brother? You plan to drive out the Big Night Wander with a single swordstrike? Entities at the level of a Big Night Wander have chaotic Spiritual Wisdom and no concept of fear!"

Ye Zhuo attempted to halt Li Mo, but as he entered within two meters of him, a Sword Qi slashed past the top of his head, spraying blood everywhere.

Metallic clashes echoed from the top floor.

Two thousand Lifebound Flying Swords were already engaging the Big Night Wander, purely to probe the entity's reality while avoiding the inn's collapse from the impact of residual force.

Within mere seconds.

Li Mo's Sword Intent surged again, and his eyes mimicked the cycle of the sun rising and the moon ascending.

"..."

Daoist Ye Zhuo swallowed hard.

Regardless of whether Li Mo's Sword Intent could defeat the Big Night Wander, one thing was clear—this man was utterly terrifying. He showed none of the typical traits of a Sword Cultivator who had just initially entered the Inner Sect.

Crack, crack, crack.

Cracks spread across the walls.

Daoist Ye Zhuo dared not delay. He hastily threw out Blood Soul to temporarily halt the fractures, then used common spiritual materials to fill the gaps.

He ran back and forth frantically, even working to reinforce the outer walls of the building.

The commotion at the Beili Riverbank naturally caught the attention of other Sword Cultivators' watchful eyes; soon, several became aware of the disturbance caused by the Big Night Wander.

Some Sword Cultivators gloated in schadenfreude, while others feared that the chaos at the Beili Riverbank would spill over to them.

The inn swayed precariously.

With Li Mo and Ye Zhuo remaining inside, many speculated that they had likely fallen under the Big Night Wander's taboo.

While there were a few Sword Cultivators eyeing the opportunity to add fuel to the fire, the oppressive presence of the Big Night Wander deterred reckless actions—merely touching its taboo could lead to death and the disappearance of one's Dao.

Time passed.

The inn teetered on the verge of collapse, yet stubbornly remained upright.

Daoist Ye Zhuo was utterly exhausted, unable to rest even for a moment.

The aura of the Big Night Wander grew increasingly horrifying, while the inn—both a tool for sealing the Sword Ghost and a container confining the Big Night Wander—strained under the turmoil.

Should the inn collapse, the Big Night Wander would inevitably become even more unmanageable.

"I am an Immortal, reincarnated Immortal—how dare you insignificant mortals oppose an Immortal?"

Boom.

A corner of the ceiling collapsed.

Daoist Ye Zhuo instinctively looked up, only to see a grotesque face staring back at him, its blood-red flesh stripped bare, crawling with countless writhing maggots.

"Mountain River? No, wait…"

Li Mo responded, "It is the inn's shopkeeper. The real Mountain River either didn't transform into a deceitful object after dying, or perhaps is concealed within an even deeper layer of the Copper Mirror."

The shopkeeper had draped himself in Mountain River's human skin, desperately pretending to be Mountain River.

Thousands of Hui Dragons swarmed the shopkeeper.

"Hiss…"

Suddenly, Daoist Ye Zhuo felt an unbearable itch spread across his body. Scratching his arm furiously, he froze upon discovering that his flesh had begun separating from his skin.

"A taboo of flesh separation—this Big Night Wander's taboo is truly sinister."

Daoist Ye Zhuo glanced back at Li Mo, noticing that he was shrouded in radiant seven-colored light. While most of the mutations had been suppressed, his injuries continued to worsen.

"Senior Brother, if the Qing Mountain remains standing, there will always be firewood to burn!"

Li Mo didn't reply, his Yin Yang eyes fixed upon the shopkeeper, as the Taiyang Treasure Bottle and Taiyin Treasure Bottle appeared in his hands, Sword Intent accumulating and ready to be unleashed.

"Creation bestows divine elegance, Yin Yang cleave the dawn and dusk."

Without lifting a finger, Li Mo caused Daoist Ye Zhuo to feel as though he had already struck.

And then.

A miniature sun and moon materialized in Li Mo's hands, enveloping the limited range of the inn's courtyard. The interplay of Yin and Yang painted a breathtaking display of division.

The interwoven forces of Yin Yang surrounded him, making his figure resemble that of an exiled immortal.

As Li Mo rose, he had already reached the fourth floor. The unknown Sword Intent radiating from him delivered a suffocating pressure, leaving Daoist Ye Zhuo trembling uncontrollably.

The shopkeeper ceased his murmuring, his maggot-like body hurriedly retreating back into the skin pouch.

Li Mo activated Da Ai Mi Tian, letting the cancer cells act upon his body and soul. His flesh and bones underwent frenzied mutations, transforming his appearance closer to Mountain River.

The shopkeeper shivered violently, clutching the skin pouch with his hands desperately.

Li Mo leaned forward slightly, revealing a purplish ring of bruises around his neck. His head was swollen red, and his forehead bulged with pulsating veins.

"Manager Jin, why did you hang me?"

"I… I… Mountain River Immortal Master, I didn't hang you! There was a voice in my head telling me—yes, yes, it was all that voice!"

The shopkeeper repeated his words over and over. Seeing this, Li Mo shook the treasure bottle in his hand.

The Yin Yang forces completely dissolved.

Although Li Mo deliberately confined his Sword Intent within the courtyard, the event still triggered anomalies—within a thousand meters, the alternation of day and night became visible to the naked eye.

Sword Intent [Yin Yang]

The instant Li Mo poured the treasure bottle's contents, a faint rattle of a spinning drum echoed.

The shopkeeper, seemingly lost in a trance, ducked into the skin pouch and abruptly vanished.

The spinning drum in Li Mo's hand crumbled entirely into fragments, and the nearing eruption of Sword Intent returned to tranquility. The cracks in the inn gradually healed.

None of the Sword Cultivators had anticipated such an anticlimactic resolution to the ordeal.

What unsettled them more was Li Mo's mastery over Sword Intent—seemingly transcending the superior level, far beyond what was expected of someone at the Residual Body Stage.

"A voice? Could the madness in Wumen City be connected to some voice?"

Li Mo remained skeptical about the shopkeeper's deranged words. After its transformation into a deceitful object, it was hard to judge whether any fragments of Spiritual Wisdom remained intact.

But with his objective achieved, the next course of action was to guard the inn.

The phantom image of the Symbiotic Dharma Body dissipated.

Li Mo's consciousness turned toward the Sword Pouch. The Yin Yang Sword Intent, forged through the fusion of Taiyang and Taiyin forces, seemed to surpass the superior level entirely.

Having only just gained mastery of the Yin Yang Sword Intent, his usage of it was still somewhat unrefined.

If he were to unleash the Yin Yang Sword Intent, whether it could harm the Big Night Wander was uncertain—but Li Mo himself would undoubtedly suffer injuries.

One technique mastered, all techniques comprehended.

The Yin Yang Sword Intent provided him profound insights.

The cultivation technique for the Candle Dragon had begun to reveal clues, and his Dual Cultivation of Buddha Demon techniques had finally taken shape.

Li Mo closed his eyes and sat cross-legged as a profound cultivation technique for the Divine Separation Stage emerged in his mind. His Mud Pill Palace churned with chaos while the Buddha Demon Body simultaneously chanted scriptures.

The cultivation technique was named [Yin Buddha Yang Demon Great Cultivation Scripture].

The first step required Circulation Cycles to merge the Great Sun Spiritual Power of the Sunlight Dharma Body with the Turbid Blood Spiritual Power of the Earth Prostrating Dharma Body, birthing a unique Buddha Demon Spiritual Power.

Once the spiritual power stabilized, his cultivation would naturally advance to the Five Qi Period.

Li Mo methodically redirected his spiritual power. Although the routes for the two forces differed, they exhibited traces of fusion upon reaching the Mud Pill Palace.

The Buddha Demon Spiritual Power consisted of countless miniature Buddha heads, each containing a magma-like demon brain.

"Buddha Demon Spiritual Power? It must be a Yin Yang spirit attribute—absolutely a one-of-a-kind power, even if the aesthetics are somewhat bizarre."

Li Mo continued his closed cultivation, delegating all menial tasks to Daoist Ye Zhuo, who worked tirelessly to keep the inn stable.

Daoist Ye Zhuo didn't harbor the slightest resentment.

After all, three days later, he received the magical treasure Li Mo had promised.

The treasure was a sword sheath made of flesh and white bone, its surface adorned with rotating eyeballs, while the interior seemed like a gaping maw continuously swallowing food.

[Feeding Sword Scabbard]

Although Li Mo regarded the Feeding Sword Scabbard as merely a rudimentary magical treasure with a single Spirit Pattern, Daoist Ye Zhuo was so ecstatic he nearly bowed his head to the ground in gratitude.

The Feeding Sword Scabbard bore an Artifact Soul Spirit Pattern.

When a Lifebound Flying Sword was housed within, the treasure would generate Sword Qi within.

The longer the sword remained sheathed, the more potent the Sword Qi would grow—its peak strength rivaling that of superior Sword Intent.

When nourished for an extended period, as the treasure evolved into a mid-grade magical treasure, the Feeding Sword Scabbard could produce multiple streams of Sword Qi.

Daoist Ye Zhuo, whose Sword Intent was limited to lower levels and who had long abandoned hope of advancing further, regarded the Feeding Sword Scabbard as a means to compensate for the weakness in his Sword Intent's potency.

Yet, not long after the inn had fully recovered, the Fire Spirit Hall plunged into the Copper Mirror's third layer.

"Damn it."

Daoist Ye Zhuo glanced around—the exterior of the inn now resembled the Netherworld itself.

Alleys and streets had begun to transform into flesh-like structures; the buildings revealed organs jutting outwards, the Beili River surged with sticky blood.

The roots of the willow trees lining the banks resembled tangled and swollen blood vessels.

The mists veiling the entire town grew denser by the moment.

In the black coffin, Daoist Bai Shuo began pounding on the lid again.

His right arm bore dozens of engraved "Help me" markings.

Daoist Ye Zhuo hesitated briefly before slicing open Bai Shuo's right arm and placing a piece of rust grease inside. Moments later, the grease disappeared entirely.

"Sigh, whether you escape or not will depend on your own efforts."

The black coffin quieted. Daoist Ye Zhuo surveyed the ghostly figures darting through the mists.

Several emancipated Sword Ghosts roamed freely across the town, invariably leading to clashes here and there. Thankfully, the Sword Cultivators exercised restraint, ensuring the situation didn't spiral into chaos.

"By the way, which layer of the Copper Mirror are Heavenly Palace Stage Sword Cultivators on? Don't tell me they're using the Fire Spirit Hall as a stepping stone to compete for the chief seat—damn it."

Daoist Ye Zhuo hadn't kept track of time, knowing only that the mists grew increasingly opaque, until even half an arm's length away appeared shrouded.

The Three-Life Skull hanging by the door alternated between expressions of sorrow and joy.

Daoist Ye Zhuo's nerves were on edge, terrified that this delicate equilibrium might shatter at any moment.

Swish.

A thin fishing line flew out.

Li Mo appeared atop the inn's rooftop, holding the Illusion Fish Sword as if fishing. The Cave God's Eye swept over Sword Ghosts passing by the Beili Riverbank.

Daoist Ye Zhuo's mouth twitched as he watched Li Mo retract the Illusion Fish Sword.

The fishing line had ensnared a bizarre Sword Ghost covered in fish-like scales.

"Waterborne Scale Body—another Taoist Body that can merge with the Great Wilderness Immortal Body."

Li Mo tossed the Sword Ghost into the Corpse Mountain Mini World, where cancer cells broke down the Waterborne Scale Body while spider sword orbs crawled over its internal and external surfaces.

The Illusion Fish Sword flew out again.

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