CHAPTER 325: CHAPTER 71 ONLY I, THE WHITE BONE IMMORTAL, IN THE WORLD

Crack, crack, crack......

The sound of bones colliding constantly echoes in the dark depths underground.

The seemingly subtle noise actually transmits to more than a kilometer above ground, causing the valley to tremble as if an earth dragon is turning over.

A dense poisonous smoke emerges from the cracks, stirring countless toxic insects into agitation.

The array set up by Li Mo cannot last long, quickly dissolving under the wash of poisonous smoke, leading to the toxic spread.

The poisonous smoke, mixed with a small amount of innate essence, spawns countless low-grade spiritual materials, making the valley’s ecosystem change nearly every day.

Li Mo furrowed his brows slightly.

The cancer cells had been detached for too long, losing vitality, while the blood sea dust was eroded away by the poisonous smoke.

With limited divine sense, Li Mo could scarcely perceive the outside world.

Fortunately, he had prepared in advance, otherwise, the spread of poisonous smoke would not be confined to the valley; hundreds of miles might be affected.

Li Mo currently looks extremely bizarre, with bones protruding from his flesh, forming a closed bone cage enclosing himself.

The bones do not cease growing, continuing to extend slowly.

He cannot yet utilize the new Daoist body as smoothly as an arm commanding his fingers. Moreover, the residual toxins in his body cause the bones to go out of control.

"The toxins of the Daoist body should not be underestimated, nearly affecting the foundation."

The toxins have already mixed with the innate essence, becoming like a bone-attached ulcer between flesh and bones, with no good method to eliminate them for the time being.

"Alas."

Li Mo gently shook his head in resignation, estimating that it would take a dozen years of slow work by the Daoist body to completely eliminate the toxins.

The Great Wilderness Immortal Body is extremely mystical, but it is not a Poison Dao Body; however, its devouring characteristic enables Li Mo to assimilate the toxins for his use.

Li Mo is not overly flustered.

The toxins will not affect the three Nascent Souls, and even after digesting them, they can supplement the Nourishing Yuan Fruit medicine power, although he is highly toxic for a short period.

Li Mo looked at the Corpse Mountain small world.

All the Tattooed Beasts are in slumber, only the Mountain Demon will awaken in at most half a year.

Li Mo continued to dissipate the toxins, while becoming familiar with the newly born Bone Dao Body, thus the bone cage wrapping his body stopped expanding.

Though derived from the Dao body, the bone cage exudes a magic artifact’s aura.

This Dao body, nurtured by the Mountain Spider, trunk bones, four limbs bones, spine bones, and skull, is very peculiar, named the "White Bone Treasure Body."

It was Li Mo’s first time seeing that a Dao body was so closely related to a magic artifact.

The Mountain Spider has turned into bone marrow, completely merging into all the bones of the body, making his skeleton subtly exude a faint magic artifact aura.

The strength of the bones is self-explanatory, already reaching the level of a low-grade magical treasure.

It is within an inch of a mid-grade magical treasure.

Li Mo can control bone growth, and its form is no longer limited to spider legs; assembling a bone cage with bones is also easily accomplished.

"The most outrageous thing is..."

If Li Mo were to die, the bones would devour the remaining Nascent Soul remnants, re-transforming into the low-grade magical treasure "Mountain Spider."

If someone refines the Mountain Spider, the magical treasure will spawn small, invisible spiders that quietly burrow into a cultivator’s brain.

The small spider uses the brain as a nest, gradually transforming the cultivator’s flesh and bones until the compatibility is sufficient to accommodate Li Mo’s Nascent Soul.

At most in a thousand years, Li Mo will be reborn in an alternate way through borrowing a body.

The divine skills awakened from trunk bones and four limb bones may seem ordinary, but who would have thought that the resulting Dao body would be so bizarre and enigmatic.

The trunk bone grants the bones the ability to grow rapidly, "Bone Like Tree," while the four limb bones allow the limbs to devour others’ bone marrow to recover one’s injuries, "Bone Eater."

Li Mo smiled wryly and shook his head; it’s best never to rely on the White Bone Treasure Body in his lifetime.

After all, the borrowing body rebirth of the White Bone Treasure Body is not without drawbacks; all techniques would become nothing, and the Dao body would vanish.

"In a certain sense, the White Bone Treasure Body is indeed very close to undying."

Should the Mountain Spider reach a level beyond magical treasures, even land immortals would find it hard to cause any harm; doesn’t this imply Li Mo can resurrect infinitely through the White Bone Treasure Body?

Is the world only home to the White Bone Immortal?

Li Mo suppressed the thought, aware of the myriad peculiarities in Dao bodies; he couldn’t rule out the possibility of a very minor Dao body restraining the White Bone Treasure Body.

The White Bone Treasure Body can act as the last trump card, but not as a reliance.

"Nevertheless, like the Great Wilderness Immortal Body, the potential of the White Bone Treasure Body is extraordinary."

"Should the White Bone Treasure Body further explore the borrowing body resurrection in the future, integrating Dao bodies with similar abilities, it might revive without any drawbacks."

Li Mo’s current Dao bodies are something unimaginable to others.

Innate Saint, Mayfly Dream, Primordial Chaos, Great Wilderness Immortal Body, White Bone Treasure Body.

"The Great Dao is in sight."

Li Mo gazed at the magic treasure spirit patterns within and outside the bones, pulling the innate essence to nourish them, striving to advance the White Bone Treasure Body to a mid-grade magical treasure as soon as possible.

He observed that the Nourishing Yuan Fruit medicine power still had 3,600 years, so he diverted two hundred years into the Sword Embryo.

The size of the Fake Buddha Sword Embryo had already halved, with part of the impurities removed by the innate essence, and its quality was incomparable to before.

Although, it still does not resemble a sword.

Li Mo finally does not need to be stingy with the Nourishing Yuan Fruit medicine power, as the Corpse Mountain and Mountain Spider both have Dao bodies for nourishment, saving a lot of innate essence.

Over the past half year.

The tenth spirit pattern of the White Bone Treasure Body was finally completed, and Li Mo’s bones began to transform towards a mid-grade magical treasure, with the bone marrow boiling like hot water.

The bone cage enclosing Li Mo became increasingly solid.

Li Mo thought for a moment.

Hundreds of white bone spiders, each about fist-sized, emerged from his back, their external aura enough to rival the Weak Crown period.

The white bone spiders burrow through the soil, preparing to leave the underground depths.

Li Mo endured discomfort as the treasure light he emitted became increasingly bright, and the bone density increased visibly.

Upon completion of the transformation, the bones presented a jelly white jade texture.

Li Mo was very satisfied, especially with the concealed Dao body aura of the White Bone Treasure Body, which prevented outsiders from discerning the reality of his Dao body.

"The Da Ai Mi Tian should take several years to nurture new spirit patterns, but there’s no need to continue in seclusion; this barren place is not suitable for cultivation."

According to Li Mo’s plan.

It’d be best to find a large black market for acquiring Nascent Soul Techniques, and day-to-day cultivation could rely on canned spiritual energy.

Although the port is large, due to the restrictions on high-level practitioners by the Sub-Device Sect, Core Formation or above loose cultivators rarely appear.

However, in Li Mo’s impression, large black markets generally do not last long.

"Best to leave the mountains first."

Li Mo retracted the White Bone Treasure Body, bones like living creatures re-entered the body, and the penetrated wounds healed.

The white bone spiders spat silk, wrapping around Li Mo and pulling him towards the surface.

Li Mo stretched his limbs, experiencing a sense of delay when using physical strength after the weight of his bones increased twenty to thirty times.

He even had the illusion that a single punch could level a mountain.

"It’s a pity that magic treasure transformation is limited to the bones; otherwise, it might truly sanctify the body..."

"Huh?"

Li Mo looked up with a peculiar expression, noticing a commotion outside the valley detected by his divine sense.

"Could it be some small force attracted by the spiritual materials?"

Clad in new and old skin, his aura became obscure and faint, appearing outwardly as a loose cultivator entering the path of cultivation.

Upon reaching the surface, hundreds of large and robust peasants came into view.

Although the peasants bore no cultivation, they clearly possessed a basic level of mortal martial arts.

What puzzled Li Mo was that the peasants had beast heads, their swollen abdomens full of poison, with internal organs long since rotten.

Their heads were primarily of black bear, with evident suture marks at the neck, and the rigid facial features were disconcerting.

Peasants were busy harvesting spiritual materials, loading them onto carts heading out of the valley.

"Is this the work of Poison Cultivators? It feels somewhat off."

When the peasants noticed Li Mo, they all cast reverent gazes, mainly because of the poisonous smoke he exhaled.

"Is there an Immortal’s gathering place nearby?"

"Mmm mmm mmm."

Their tongues had rotted, preventing them from making sounds, gesturing southwest to indicate a gathering place outside the valley.

Li Mo narrowed his eyes, observing cultivators occasionally flying past.

In less than half a minute, seven figures passed by, but none were Poison Cultivators, and their realms were merely at the Weak Crown stage.

"Strange."

After expressing gratitude, Li Mo used a Daoist hairpin to tie his long white hair, summoning the recently awakened Mountain Demon to detect danger.

The Mountain Demon, still drowsy, was the first among the Tattooed Beasts to completely digest the toxins, while others remained in slumber.

As Li Mo walked towards the valley’s exit, the Mountain Demon agilely perched on his shoulder.

The peasants exchanged glances and continued harvesting spiritual materials.

Li Mo did not use extra spiritual energy, leaving the Mountain Demon’s size less than half a meter and its aura at the Childhood phase.

"Heh."

Li Mo took out a Bodhi Fruit, immediately invigorating the Mountain Demon, who devoured it whole.

Having accomplished the Great Wilderness Immortal Body, the Mountain Demon turned completely physical, inhaling and exhaling poisonous spirit energy, aiding its cultivation.

Mountain Demon gestured animatedly, with residual Acquired Spirit Root somewhat completed within, although its spiritual energy absorption efficiency was average.

Li Mo’s divine sense scanned the Mountain Demon.

Despite the simple structure of its body, theoretically, it could master cultivation techniques.

"If it is indeed a Poison Cultivator force, there may be a chance to obtain a few inheritances, even if I don’t cultivate them myself, I could create cultivation techniques for the Tattooed Beasts."

As Li Mo pondered, he also found it a bit absurd.

He had only been in seclusion for a little over a decade; how could there be a force in the desolate wild? Could it be that Poison Cultivators’ noses are more sensitive than wild dogs’?

Disguised as an ordinary loose cultivator, Li Mo left the valley.

He saw a path forcibly trampled out in the remote mountains, with groups of mortals trekking under the guidance of loose cultivators.

Southwest mist surged, an old, dilapidated town looming nearby.

Li Mo’s pupils narrowed, footsteps quickened involuntarily. The Creation Scholar surged with agitation, and Fourth Senior Sister Qingjing’s memories flooded his mind.

Soon, a massive and monstrous beast appeared from the mist.

The beast, nearly a kilometer in length, resembled a toad, with a human face somewhat similar to Qingjing’s, its body patched together with decaying flesh.

The town sprawled among the pustules on the toad’s back, faintly visible with a population of six to seven thousand.

Shadows came from all directions, rushing hungrily onto the toad’s back, most of whom weren’t Poison Cultivators.

And the Poison Cultivators all bore animal forms.

"Qinghong Workshop."