Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

This wash of energy scoured away all the old ailments in their bodies, sweeping clean their hidden sicknesses.

And the benefits gained by the cultivators in the city were clearly even greater.

After the golden rain threads merged into their bodies, the many cultivators of the Shen Family immediately felt their minds clear and their vision sharpen, while the Spiritual Power within their meridians surged at a terrifying pace.

In just a few short breaths, they had already gained as much as they would from over a month of bitter cultivation.

These golden rain threads that were like Immortal Dew from Heaven to the Common People and cultivators of the Shen Family, when they fell upon the bodies of those eleven monsters formed from Underworld Yin Generals above the Clan Court, were instead like blazing sun upon white snow.

In just a few breaths, every Underworld monster tainted by those golden rain threads had its body corroded into pitted hollows, wailing miserably without end.

They tried to evade, but those golden rain threads had long since shrouded the entire space of Yunshui City.

These Underworld monsters undergoing cruel torment could only loose wave after wave of terrifying attacks wildly at the auspicious clouds overhead, hoping to shatter them and thus halt the descent of the golden rain threads.

Yet such measures were clearly futile.

The golden rain threads continued for several dozen breaths or so before the auspicious clouds in the void finally began to slowly disperse.

Only, before those eleven Underworld monsters could even breathe a sigh of relief, the green light that had moments ago instantly slain the Yin General surnamed Lu suddenly appeared once more.

That green light wove and darted through the night sky, its speed pushed to the absolute limit.

Even with the eyesight of Shen Chongming and Huang Lingshan, they could only vaguely make out that green light threading between the many monsters formed from the Underworld Yin Generals.

Any Underworld monster touched by the green light had its enormous, malevolent body freeze for an instant, and then slowly ignite with black-violet flame.

One Underworld monster after another was burned to ash by that black-violet flame, until the remaining two Underworld monsters were utterly terrified, immediately dissolving into wisps of black-gray mist in an attempt to flee this place.

But Shen Li clearly had no intention of letting them go.

The green light’s speed abruptly increased again, near to instant movement, appearing right in front of those two black-gray mist masses on the verge of dispersing.

Screech!

The green light let out a low, eerie cry.

The sound was not loud, yet those two black-gray mists about to dissipate suddenly froze, and then were forcibly driven to reveal their true bodies.

"So it’s actually the legendary Celestial Capital..."

One of the monsters formed from an Underworld Yin General seemed to recognize the true identity of the green light; his horrified voice had yet to finish when it was abruptly cut off.

Once these last two Underworld Yin Generals were dealt with, the green light flew directly back into Shen Li’s body.

The surrounding anomalies were still ongoing, while not far away Shen Chongming and Huang Lingshan wore equally blank expressions.

Right now, they both felt as though they were dreaming.

Twelve Underworld Yin Generals!

The two had originally prepared themselves for a desperate, life-and-death battle, yet who would have thought they wouldn’t even get a chance to strike.

Twelve Yin Generals, each comparable to Late Stage Golden Core up to Golden Core Perfection, had been so easily slaughtered by a single Gu Insect!

After a brief silence, Huang Lingshan gave a wry smile as she withdrew the Heaven-Reaching Sword Bamboo phantom behind her, then turned to Shen Chongming and said, "Every one of you Shen Family people really is a freak."

"Ordinary Golden Core Cultivators, when they see those from the Underworld, are like mice seeing cats—scared witless, with nowhere to hide."

"Yet not only does your Shen Family dare strike at people of the Underworld, when you kill them, it’s like slaughtering chickens and butchering dogs..."

Shen Chongming’s expression paused, and he couldn’t help recalling the scene of Xu Zhan using the Nine Fiends Gathering Body Technique to condense an Evil Demon that tore an Underworld monster apart alive.

And also the sight of his Third Uncle Shen Wen’an’s Lifebound Flying Sword almost instantly draining an Underworld monster until only a skin remained, which made him chuckle.

Looking at it this way, the Shen Family truly did seem quite restraining to those Underworld fellows.

As they spoke, Huang Lingshan’s gaze shifted toward the void above the rear courtyard of the Clan Court.

"Does Aunt know what that phantom behind Li’Er is?"

Shen Chongming’s gaze also moved over, noting the more than ten-zhang-tall phantom with bizarre attire behind Shen Li, and he asked softly.

Huang Lingshan furrowed her brows in thought for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Witch Cultivators are rarely seen to begin with."

"However, back then a senior of Cyan Ruo Sword House once had the fortune to befriend a Witch Cultivator who came from the Great Woe Land to Danzhou."

"According to the journals left behind by that senior of my Cyan Ruo Sword House, there seem to be two rather special kinds of existences within the Witch Cultivator tribes."

"For these two kinds of Witch Cultivators, the females are called ’Wu’, the males ’Shaman’."

"Wu and Shaman hold an exceedingly revered status within the entire Witch Cultivator tribes."

"It’s said that Wu and Shaman both command methods to communicate with the divine will of Heaven."

Hearing this, Shen Chongming cast a strange look at the figure behind Shen Li, that silhouette clad in a Nine-Colored Feather Robe and crowned with a Jade Flower Crown.

"Aunt thinks that’s a deity’s phantom?"

Huang Lingshan studied that phantom for a moment, then lightly shook her head. "It should not be."

"Aunt guesses that it should be one of the ancient Ancestral Witch phantoms within the Witch Cultivator tribes, a great being among Witch Cultivators who sat in meditation and ascended."

Cultivators’ understanding of Immortal Gods was still comparatively restrained.

They generally believed that the so-called Ancient Immortal Gods were, for the most part, living beings who had cultivated their way there.

"Once this girl achieves Golden Core, it will be yet another great trump card for your Shen Family."

Seeing that the Celestial Gate above Shen Li’s head already showed signs of closing, Huang Lingshan could not help but sigh with emotion.

As her words fell, the golden pillar of light descending from the Celestial Gate also slowly faded away.

Shen Li’s figure, however, did not fall from the void, still quietly floating there.

A short while later, the night sky once again brightened with Golden Light, and then golden lotuses bloomed one after another in the void.

After these golden lotuses blossomed, they slowly transformed into strands of Golden Light converging in the air.