Li Mo discovered the structure of the side room tomb, resembling a beehive, composed of countless interconnected chambers, with the Sword Ghosts functioning as worker bees, forming the most basic unit of the tomb.

"The Death Tomb is far from the chaotic and disordered state described by the Heavenly Sword Sect. Though filled with numerous taboos, there is still a discernible pattern overall."

Li Mo broke through the floor and continued descending into the depths of the tomb.

The closer he approached the center, the thicker the fungal carpet covering the chambers became, its hue transitioning from yellow-brown to jet-black, akin to strands of hair.

The concentration of spiritual energy steadily increased.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As soon as Li Mo stepped onto the ground, Sword Ghosts rushed at him frantically.

These Sword Ghosts were colossal in size, yet their power remained within the Night Patrol Deity realm, seemingly unable to surpass the Void Refining Stage's limitations.

"The side room is a newly formed tomb and should correspond to the Body Integration Realm level?"

Li Mo dealt with the endless stream of Sword Ghosts, and even when occasionally injured, his recovery speed far exceeded normal expectations.

"Promoting the Three Dharma Bodies to the Body Integration Realm either requires painstaking effort over time or leveraging taboos to stimulate the Great Wilderness Immortal Body to accelerate the process."

Li Mo squinted his eyes.

Opting for the cautious route would require at least two to three hundred years in secluded cultivation.

For others, spending two to three hundred years to ascend to the Body Integration Realm would be nothing short of miraculous, but Li Mo saw too many variables in this approach.

"Eight years. Using the side room tomb, I'll push the Three Dharma Bodies to the Body Integration Realm in eight years. Only then will I have a chance to survive the impending upheaval of heaven and earth."

With that thought, Li Mo continued his descent to explore lower levels.

He held the Artifact Pill Body in his palm, and after heavily injuring the Sword Ghosts, directly dragged them into his internal world, where the Three Dharma Bodies increasingly absorbed nutrients.

Even as he had already reached Void Refining Stage Perfection, the Three Dharma Bodies were still as voracious as a sponge deprived of water.

Portions of the nutrients also flowed into the Ghost Tiger.

The Ghost Tiger housed several Sword Cultivators within its body, consuming spiritual power to keep them sealed. Sporadic resistance attempts occurred repeatedly.

In the end, all Sword Cultivators had sunk into complete despair.

Jiang Xi and others observed coldly.

After Li Mo provided them with the Spirit Gathering Array, he focused entirely on his cultivation, with a few individuals already approaching the Void Refining Stage bottleneck.

The rest were relegated to tool-like roles, and their treatment was far from ideal.

On one hand, their environment fell vastly short of that enjoyed by the Great Sun Sword Cultivators. On the other, the Ghost Tiger constantly monitored them to prevent unforeseen incidents.

"Sigh…"

Xia Yun let out a long breath.

She had never imagined herself reduced to the status of a prisoner.

Previously, Qi Yunfei had repeatedly warned her to be cautious of Taiyi Daoist. Yet after entering the tomb, Xia Yun had deliberately avoided contact with other cultivators.

Her decision not to provoke trouble did not mean trouble wouldn't find her.

When Li Mo appeared before her, she realized the chasm between their abilities, to the point where she lacked even the courage to summon her Dharma Body.

"Innate Immortal Seed…"

Xia Yun shook her head, her gaze sweeping across the silent and muted cultivators around her.

The shadowy space resembled a prison, allowing them to see one another but isolating them within separate cells.

Xia Yun sneered internally, "If they knew Taiyi Daoist was heading toward the deepest part of the side room, would they not be scared witless?"

Through the fragments of her Lifebound Blade, she sensed Li Mo had already reached a depth of a thousand meters.

Xia Yun felt faintly helpless; the dangers of the Death Tomb were beyond ordinary comprehension.

Once in the depths, Li Mo might well fail to locate the path back to the surface.

Even prolonged safety could not guarantee eventual survival within the tomb.

Xia Yun didn't understand Li Mo's intentions, but she felt as though he was playing with fire.

Had the Death Tomb been truly manageable, the Heavenly Sword Sect wouldn't have accumulated an additional thirteen parasitic Death Tombs within the Twenty-Eight Sword Tombs over thousands of years.

Xia Yun shook her head slightly, closed her eyes, and adjusted to the faint flow of spiritual power.

It was unclear how much time had passed.

When the sounds from the outside world abruptly halted, Xia Yun snapped back to attention and hurriedly tried to perceive her sword blade fragments. She found that they had stopped responding entirely.

"Hiss…"

Her pupils dilated. According to the Taoist inheritance of the Inch Sword Tomb, even thousands of miles away, one should still sense the Lifebound Flying Sword.

Clearly, the sword fragments hadn't been destroyed, which meant only one thing…

Li Mo had reached the core of the side room tomb.

"Over two hundred individual taboos, and in the depths, their powers are bound to explode. He... is he insane?!?!"

Crack. Crack. Crack.

Soon after, unsettling noises came from the Ghost Tiger.

The shadowy space began cracking in multiple places, likely because Li Mo could not endure all the taboos, causing some to spill into the Ghost Tiger.

Though Xia Yun had prepared herself mentally, she couldn't hide her growing panic. Other Sword Cultivators frantically struck their cells, wailing incessantly.

"Shut up!!!"

Xia Yun feared the cultivators might break through the space and powerfully admonished them, "Do you know what lies outside? He's in the deepest part of the side room! Where the Sword Tomb consciousness resides!"

"The taboos magnify at least tenfold—if you want to die, then escape."

Having said her piece, Xia Yun bothered no further explanation, quietly withdrawing her aura and nourishing her spirit.

The Sword Cultivators finally came to their senses. After verifying through various means, they slumped to the ground in despair, muttering under their breaths.

The Ghost Tiger's breakdown continued, and some Sword Cultivators attempted to repair the cracks.

Unfortunately, their efforts were futile.

The cultivators speculated that Li Mo might abandon certain individuals to preserve himself from the unbearable weight of the taboos.

Surprisingly, Li Mo endured them head-on.

While the Ghost Tiger's cracks did not heal, they at least stopped spreading.

As for the Great Sun Sword Cultivators, they remained completely aloof, occasionally casting mocking glances at the other cultivators.

A mere Death Tomb could never restrain Taiyi Daoist.

Li Mo's condition was far from smooth sailing, though it wasn't disastrously dire either—his physical body strength had already reached the Body Integration Realm.

Indeed, he stood at the Sword Tomb's core, having infiltrated deeper levels via the Spirit Root Worm.

This choice wasn't out of fear of Sword Ghosts but rather their endless numbers, which would have rendered progress impossible had he engaged them head-on.

The core region remained uniformly filled with chambers.

However, the core spanned over ten thousand square meters, with fungal carpets exceeding two meters in thickness and a grotesque, deformed heart resting at its center.

The heart measured two to three hundred meters, woven with densely packed blood vessels.

Each heartbeat sent foul-smelling pus flowing throughout the Sword Tomb, while all the chamber's Sword Ghosts converged upon the heart.

"Damn it…"

Li Mo plummeted from above, swearing incessantly due to the pain.

His entire body was marred, skin peeled bare to reveal symptoms of every known disease, with blood occasionally seeping out of his pores.

Cough.

Li Mo coughed violently, fragments of internal organs falling onto the ground.

"Heh, lucky I've sanctified my flesh. Otherwise, even at the Mahayana Realm, there's no way I could face the Death Tomb this closely."

Li Mo labored to adjust to the taboos, consuming Innate Essence at an alarming rate.

He felt no regret; the Three Dharma Bodies remained at the Void Refining Stage, yet the taboo's baptism had propelled his physical body toward Perfect Integration Stage.

Such opportunities were once-in-a-lifetime circumstances.

Wah-waaaaa.

The heart's surface exposed a baby's face, undoubtedly housing the Death Tomb consciousness, which now seemed aware of Li Mo's elusive location.

The Death Tomb consciousness directed the Sword Ghosts to locate Li Mo.

Unbeknownst to them, he was hidden right in their midst.

"No, the efficiency of refining the flesh is still too slow."

Li Mo suddenly realized a shortcut and directed his gaze at the Creation Book within his mind, one of the Substitute Dao Pages disintegrating into ashes.

Having faced the No-Life Mother multiple times, Li Mo seemed completely unfazed.

[Doulu Tripod, Spiritual Treasure]

Utilizing a Substitute Dao Page on a Spiritual Treasure felt wasteful, yet the Doulu Tripod was perfectly suited to his current needs.

More importantly, the Doulu Tripod as a Buddhist Spiritual Treasure was nearly impossible for Li Mo to replicate, nor was it realistic for him to refine a Spiritual Treasure in a short time frame.

With his current Artifact Refining Skill, Magic Treasures were mass-produced, but Spiritual Treasures were a stretch unless he exhausted Innate Essence to generate spirit patterns.

Resolute, Li Mo summoned the Doulu Tripod into his Corpse Mountain Mini World.

The Buddhist scriptures he had once perused now contained distorted information regarding the tripod, describing it as a "Buddhist supreme treasure, lost from Leiyin Temple due to unknown reasons, suspected to involve Demon Cultivators."

Li Mo guessed that the container that birthed the No-Life Mother had likely been replaced by another Buddhist supreme treasure.

The Doulu Tripod appeared outwardly simple and ancient; without prior knowledge that it was a Spiritual Treasure, it was nearly impossible to discern its value.

After refining the Doulu Tripod with his Divine Sense, Li Mo immediately summoned it to the outside world.

The Tripod's emergence did not attract the Death Tomb consciousness's attention, as though a pebble tossed into a lake scarcely disturbed the waters.

For precaution's sake, Li Mo encased the Doulu Tripod with the Spirit Root Worm.

Then, he carefully climbed into the Spiritual Treasure's interior.

Although the Doulu Tripod isolated its exterior surroundings, the power of the taboo remained unaffected, underscoring its auxiliary nature.

Li Mo licked his lips. "This is a first, treating myself as an elixir for refinement."

Sitting cross-legged at the center, he injected spiritual power into the Doulu Tripod, causing its temperature to rise rapidly without disturbing the ambient spiritual energy.

After simulating several scenarios, he devised a suitable elixir recipe.

Without hesitation, he poured countless Corpse Wine into the tripod, mixed with a variety of spiritual materials to nourish the body, including rare Heaven and Earth Spiritual Objects.

The Doulu Tripod, also known as [Great World Great].

Originally, it was a Buddhist treasure used to condense relics.

Before reincarnating, monks would voluntarily enter the tripod to convert their cultivation into several potent medicinal relics.

These relics, when consumed in their next reincarnation, eliminated the need for re-cultivation.

The Doulu Tripod could seal all traces from leaking, which explained why Leiyin Temple had employed it to nurture the No-Life Mother.

Li Mo curiously pondered what replacement treasure Leiyin Temple might now be using in the Doulu Tripod's absence.

Boom.

The medicinal energies surged.

Li Mo ravenously absorbed the energy, rapidly recovering from injuries only to be damaged again by the taboos' corruption.

With this positive cycle, his physical body's rate of improvement accelerated sharply.

"This works."

Li Mo grinned, relinquishing protection over his five viscera and six organs, allowing his fragile internal components to endure torment within a controllable range.

He then exposed his Externalized Dharma Body directly to the taboos.

As long as the balance between recovery and taboo corrosion was maintained, his foundation would remain intact, leveraging the situation to deepen ties between his physical and Dharma Body.

This was the pivotal step toward breaking into the Body Integration Realm.

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