Without any courtesy, as he raised his hand, a Palm Thunder ball formed and struck that dishonorable tentacle with a boom.

Now that he had stepped into the Innate Realm, any Divine Technique he cast was exponentially more powerful than before!

This strike of Palm Thunder directly blasted the tentacle, sending rotting flesh flying and severing a portion on the spot.

Lin Heng vaguely heard an angry roar.

The next second, the ground shook, and seven or eight tentacles simultaneously emerged, carrying terrifying force, charging at Lin Heng.

Lin Heng decisively used Near and Far, swiftly dodging as the afterimages left behind were shattered by the tentacles.

"Vile beast!"

A cold glint flashed in Lin Heng's eyes, and with a thought, the Tai Chi Feather Duster appeared in his hand.

Then he swept the duster with one hand and unleashed Palm Thunder with the other!

Those filthy and foul-smelling tentacles were continuously shattered, the rotting flesh splattered, covering the entire corridor with slime.

This corridor couldn't withstand the corrosive nature of the rotting flesh, quickly eroding and collapsing.

For a moment, dust filled the air.

"What kind of encounter is this?"

Billowing smoke drifted out over the crematorium, causing the members of the Spirit Suppression Bureau outside to gape.

Yan Tong tightened her fist in worry, sweat seeping from her palm.

As for Lin Heng at that moment, aside from occasionally having to cover his nose, he remained composed and unruffled.

Possessing Innate True Qi, he was practically invincible in the same realm, and with the Golden Light Spell's support, he could easily cross a major realm to battle opponents.

Although the entities inside the crematorium were powerful, they ultimately fell within the Innate Realm's scope.

They posed no threat to Lin Heng.

After shattering those tentacles, Lin Heng decisively smashed open the corridor floor.

Only then did he discover a sizable wasteland below.

In the wasteland, a writhing monster was rooted in the ground.

Skeletal remains were scattered nearby.

Its entire body was decayed, its features collapsed, and at a glance, one couldn't even find its eyes.

Its body exuded a foul-smelling slime, flowing from the rotten flesh towards the tentacles, clearly from the so-called 'water droplets' before.

"What in the world is this?"

"So disgusting?!"

Lin Heng, who was never one to judge by appearances, was also pushed to his limit at this moment.

Even more unbearable was when that rotting monster suddenly opened its body.

Its upper and lower halves parted like a human's upper and lower jaw.

That was its mouth!

Just as Lin Heng wondered what it was planning to do.

Thick pus suddenly sprayed from its gaping rotten maw.

The awful stench.

It almost made Lin Heng retch on the spot!

Using Near and Far, Lin Heng dodged the geyser-like pus spray.

The pus hit the cremation furnace door behind Lin Heng, and with a loud crash, the steel furnace door instantly melted into liquid iron.

The scene inside was revealed.

A zombie body horribly burned and twisted was within the cremation furnace.

Nearby, blood-stained corpses hung from the ceiling.

Billowing corpse qi enveloped the 'zombie,' its eyes suddenly opening, glaring angrily at Lin Heng, then shouted angrily at the rotting monster:

"My Corpse Dissolving Technique is about to succeed, keep him occupied and don't let him disrupt my transformation into a Corpse Demon!"

Hearing this, the rotting corpse once again spewed a rush of pus.

Despite carrying the Golden Light Spell, Lin Heng could technically withstand it, but the pus was too gross, so he chose to dodge instead.

During his evasive maneuvers, he also noticed a hint of vitality emanating from that thing inside the cremation furnace.

Lin Heng vaguely guessed what it was, frowning as he said:

"You were perfectly fine, yet you choose to cultivate a malevolent path to become a zombie?"

The Corpse Demon's face contorted as it responded with a sinister tone:

"Stupid Daoist, what do you know?"

"The human body is fragile, even if cultivated to the Innate Realm, it grants merely two hundred years of life!"

"Only by becoming a zombie can one achieve immortality!"

Its tone carried immense pride, viewing the Daoist as if he were some lowly creature, full of contempt.

Lin Heng couldn't help but say, "If you seek immortality, why become a zombie? You could cultivate to immortality, ascend, and gain eternal life."

Lin Heng spoke earnestly, genuinely offering advice.

However, this suggestion left the Corpse Demon dumbfounded and speechless.

It glared angrily at the Daoist, wanting to say.

If I had the ability to cultivate to immortality, would I be taking this path?

Are you kidding me!

This was akin to asking a student who failed every subject why they didn't apply to Tsinghua University!

Do you think I don't want to?

The Corpse Demon was utterly frustrated, unwilling to waste any more words with the Daoist, shouting to the rotting monster:

"Give it your all to hold him off, I only need one incense stick's time to succeed!"

The rotting monster obeyed without question, and with a series of tremors, its body, rooted in the wasteland, began to creep forward.

It looked like an octopus covered in excrement, charging directly at Lin Heng.

The foul stench of pus corroded everything in its path.

The entire crematorium shook at its foundations.

"Get lost!"

As Lin Heng saw it flying towards him, he felt an unprecedented revulsion, sweeping his feather duster, and the splattered pus turned to white smoke.

A Palm Thunder struck!

The decomposing monster's rotting flesh splattered everywhere, large chunks scattered, though blocked by Lin Heng's Golden Light.

It nonetheless nauseated him.

In an instant, he leaped, bursting out from the crematorium.

"Daoist!"

At that moment, as the members of the Spirit Suppression Bureau saw him hastily 'fleeing', they couldn't help but rush toward him, their eyes filled with both concern and shock.

Never expected even this Daoist would have to flee for his life!

However, they had to admit, he was quite capable, having actually managed to escape!

And at this time, due to the corroded foundations, the crematorium building could no longer hold and collapsed amidst thunderous noise.

Beneath the rolling thick smoke.

The corpse demon, surrounded by corpse qi and flames, was revealed to everyone in sight.

The shattered, decaying monster stood like a mountain of meat, guarding the corpse demon's side.

Their terrifying aura left all the members of the Spirit Suppression Bureau pale-faced.

"In this situation, we must call the Guardian here!"

Someone urgently suggested.

"Daoist, are you alright?"

Yan Tong's face was full of concern.

"Never imagined there were two such terrifying beings inside, it's fortunate you survived!"

Many felt lingering fear.

Yet Lin Heng shook his head: "I didn't run."

This statement left everyone startled, each revealing awkward glances, clearly not expecting the Daoist to care so much about keeping face…

However, it wasn't that Lin Heng cared about face.

He simply found that corpse too disgusting, casually striking it sent rotting flesh flying.

And that foul-smelling pus.

Spraying everywhere.

It was impossible to fight close.

Couldn't even fight!

"Okay, we understand, you didn't run, but let's retreat a bit and think of a plan."

The members of the Spirit Suppression Bureau said, trying to save Lin Heng's face.

Lin Heng shook his head: "No need."

"I just don't want to fight it up close, to really deal with them, a Celestial Thunder will do."

"Celestial Thunder?"

Everyone was stunned, and before they could react, they saw the Daoist raising his hand to summon something.

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