Longevity Strange Immortal

After Li Mo completed the Dao Body Fusion, he focused his energy on promoting the Ground Lying Demon Infant, while contemplating the Taiyi True Immortal Sword Body Technique.

If possible, he wanted to use the White Bone Treasure Body as the foundation to integrate the Sword Body.

The primary reason being that the White Bone Treasure Body exhibits characteristics akin to a Magic Artifact and lacks a spirit attribute, making it quite compatible with the Sword Body.

The Sword Body could also address the shortcomings of the White Bone Treasure Body's limited potential.

The only issue to resolve is whether the White Bone Treasure Body can withstand Li Mo's plan to integrate the Thousand Sword Body into a single entity.

Li Mo instructed Xia Dao Palace to begin simulations.

"Find opportunities to acquire more Sword Dao legacies."

As the chief of the Great Sun Sword Tomb, Li Mo had no choice but to strive for this, as it provided access to the remaining twenty-seven sword tombs.

"Cough, cough, cough…"

Li Mo coughed violently, his abdominal flesh writhing slightly. Only after several breaths did the anomalies of the Fate Knowing Stage Death Disease come to a halt.

He used the intensity of the disease's activity to determine its eruption timing.

"Once the Ground Lying Demon Infant ascends to the Divine Separation Stage, there might not even be time to recuperate before preparing for the Fate Knowing Stage Death Disease."

Fortunately, for reasons unknown, forces covertly watching Zhi Mountain Temple had diminished sharply.

Seeing this, Li Mo began continuously feeding the Changqing Tree Fruit to the monk, accelerating the Sword Ghost's mutation, thereby increasing the yield of heads.

He opened his eyes.

The Turbid Candle and Human Slaughter were already near the sidewall, with the center fully dominated by the monk, whose size had reached suffocating proportions.

On the surface, the monk's appearance was indiscernible. It was merely a twisted mass bristling with arms, mixing features of monks and various beasts.

Every so often, chunks of flesh would fall from the Divine Statue.

The monk's aura was highly unstable, its body on the verge of collapse. Consequently, Li Mo ceased feeding it Changqing Tree Fruit.

"Ten years is all it will take to gather the million heads for the Ground Lying Demon Infant."

Li Mo shook his head slightly.

Once the million heads are gathered, the monk must suppress its mutation, as the Changqing Tree Fruit essentially exhausts the Sword Ghost to produce resources.

With a thought, Li Mo opened the gate of the main hall.

The Ghost Tiger Illusion slid along the shadows into the courtyard, collecting the heaps of heads piled in the corners.

He had become increasingly adept at wielding the Great Wilderness Immortal Body, able now to command the illusion with ease, albeit its power fell short of the Tattooed Beast.

The monk's intensifying mutation brought about an unexpected advantage.

Cr-creak...

Zhi Mountain Temple's courtyard walls extended outward, doubling the area's size without notice, making the four to five hundred White Bone Bodhi Trees less conspicuous.

While collecting heads, Li Mo revised the range of the Illusion Realm Array's coverage.

He thereby noticed an extremely peculiar phenomenon: Zhi Mountain Temple was expanding while gradually shifting southeastward.

It wasn't just Zhi Mountain Temple. Even the Sword Ghosts at the Little Night Wander level displayed similar behavior.

All living beings instinctively seek to avoid calamity; it seemed as though the Sword Ghosts were, intentionally or unintentionally, avoiding a danger—perhaps something they feared in the northwest.

Li Mo gazed toward the northwest, where an unbroken stretch of Daoist temples met his sight.

The alleys and streets emitted faint light, showing no signs of hidden threats. Could it merely be a misunderstanding?

"No, Sword Cultivators are prison guards, and the twenty-eight sword tombs are cages for imprisoned criminals."

Recalling his experiences at the Three Suns Sword Tomb, Li Mo realized that the seeming tranquility was but an illusion, and Sword Ghosts would always teeter on the brink of losing control.

"Hopefully it won't extend to Purple Sun Palace. After all, if the sky falls, let the tallest figure bear the weight."

Li Mo patiently remained in seclusion while Ye Zhuo Daoist sought to break through his bottleneck, and Bai Shuo Daoist progressed steadily in refining the Evil Erasing Sword Pill.

Heads continuously rolled into the main hall, becoming part of the Ground Lying Demon Infant.

"Heh-heh-heh…"

The Ground Lying Demon Infant seemed utterly feral, clutching the Fake Demon and releasing bouts of eerie laughter, as the main temple became filled with a whirlwind of human heads.

In less than five years, the number of human heads approached seventy thousand.

The Ground Lying Demon Infant began to reveal the aura of its Externalized Dharma Body, exhaling thick, tangible Turbid Blood Spiritual Power.

The monk's collapsing body affected the production of the White Bone Bodhi Trees.

Bit by bit, Li Mo used Corpse Wine to purge the monk's mutation, halting Zhi Mountain Temple's expansion, though the Daoist temple still shifted southeastward.

Perhaps in a century, it would move no more than half a meter. Yet this undeniably confirmed his earlier suspicions.

Sword Cultivators at the Heavenly Palace Stage in Purple Sun Palace undoubtedly knew as well, occasionally sending affiliated Sword Cultivators to investigate the northwest.

Li Mo didn't delve further into the matter. On the eve of the ten-year deadline, he finally gathered sufficient heads.

Within the main temple surged an abundance of Spiritual Power, with countless heads swirling about.

The Ground Lying Demon Infant relentlessly refined the heads, as Li Mo observed the number surpassing a million, plunging the main temple into chaos.

Mouths on the heads gaped wide, their incessant clamor even grating on Li Mo's nerves.

"Heh, it's hard to imagine what the fusion of a Buddha Demon Body would look like. It feels like the two are utterly irrelevant yet paradoxically related."

Li Mo attempted to send another head into the temple, but it immediately sparked a violent scramble among the swarm of heads, ultimately being torn to shreds.

One million heads truly seemed to be the ceiling.

From here onward, all new heads would become sustenance for the million heads.

Li Mo surveyed the temple as the heads devoured new arrivals, each imperceptibly growing stronger, though the change was too minuscule to matter.

He understood it was time to confront the bottleneck of the Divine Separation Stage.

Continuing to accumulate heads would yield diminishing returns in achieving the Externalized Dharma Body. Even if perfection was unattainable, further delays were unnecessary.

Li Mo clutched his chest, his pounding heart crashing against his ribs.

It seemed as though it sought to escape the confines of his body.

"Damn! Who the hell invented this Death Disease?"

Li Mo cursed under his breath.

Enduring the Death Disease brought no benefits; the slightest misstep could harm his foundation, with the disease growing more cruel and detrimental with each passing stage.

The first stage, the Fetal Period Death Disease, caused limb atrophy, rendering one unable to cultivate, yet limb replacement could restore normalcy.

But at the Fate Knowing Stage, the Death Disease's drawbacks—organs gaining intelligence—were enough to end life and extinguish the Dao.

Li Mo unleashed Da Ai Mi Tian, suppressing the restless organs with cancer cells before bringing Corpse Mountain into the temple.

The Demon Head Technique required the blood of living beings as its medium, so he had carved out lakes in the mountain range to store it.

Li Mo had instructed Plant and Tree Cultivators to raise beast herds a century ago, removing the need for slaughter. Instead, parts of blood from birds and beasts were drawn daily.

Within the lakes, aside from the accumulated blood, spiritual materials soaked to nourish the bone structure.

Li Mo couldn't help but feel fortunate.

Had it not been for the Corpse Mountain Mini World, collecting blood within the Heavenly Sword Sect would've wasted significant effort searching for Sword Ghosts.

The Corpse Mountain tilted slightly before torrents of blood surged.

Li Mo manipulated the Turbid Blood Spiritual Power to evoke the savagery in the heads, as the Ground Lying Demon Infant sat cross-legged at the center, ready to absorb the heads' reciprocal nourishment.

The multitude of heads rushed into the blood, undergoing transformation during their immersion.

Li Mo hesitated for several breaths before adding a trace of Innate Essence to the blood flowing into the temple, fostering the creation of [Human Demon Heads].

According to the requirements of the Demon Head Technique, only ten Human Demon Heads were needed to reach the Divine Separation Stage.

But Li Mo was not easily satisfied.

If the blood ran dry, he'd acquire more. He was keen to discover the limits of the Demon Head Technique.

Cr-creak...

The first Human Demon Head took shape, ten times larger than its counterparts, with bones sprouting abundant bone spurs and flesh swelling robustly.

Crucially, a walnut-sized brain had developed inside its skull.

"Heh-heh-heh," maniacal laughter erupted ceaselessly.

The Human Demon Head served the role of commanding the heads, akin to the primary soul in the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, enabling the Ground Lying Demon Infant to control the heads with heightened efficiency.

Li Mo watched as the number of Human Demon Heads reached ten, then quickly surpassed twenty.

Eventually, after a millennium of consuming Innate Essence, with blood drained and beast herds collapsing in exhaustion, their growth finally slowed.

Li Mo felt a pang of regret. After all, his total Innate Essence only exceeded eight millennia.

In the end, the count of Human Demon Heads settled at one hundred and twenty-seven.

As the chaos stirred by the blood subsided, the Ground Lying Demon Infant's belly opened wide to inhale, compelling countless heads into its maw.

The Turbid Blood Spiritual Power surged and transformed, causing the temple to contract.

The Ground Lying Demon Infant continued consuming Human Demon Heads, sparing not even the Fake Demon. The overwhelming oppressive aura made the other Nascent Souls extremely uneasy.

With his experience of the Sunlight Dharma Body, Li Mo quickly began suppressing his aura, simultaneously deploying both Corpse Mountain and the Spirit Root Worm Magic Treasures.

Corpse Mountain provided Void Spirit Qi to nourish the Spirit Root Worm, while the Worm's generated Illusion Realm enveloped the temple, rendering all anomalies invisible.

The Great Sun Sword Tomb was in tumultuous times; discretion was the better part of valor.

Roar.

The Ground Lying Demon Infant let out a thunderous cry as the contracting temple enveloped the Nascent Soul.

The unique feature of the No-Life Ten Directions Festival lay in the central Dantian [temple]. Upon reaching the Divine Separation Stage, the temple would merge with the Nascent Soul.

"I must seize the opportunity during the breakthrough moment of the Ground Lying Demon Infant."

The Externalized Dharma Body is far more complex than a Nascent Soul; merging it would be nearly impossible later on.

Without hesitation, Li Mo connected with the Sunlight Dharma Body, and his Mud Pill Palace radiated Great Brightness, as Great Sun Spiritual Power cascaded through his circulatory system.

Though the Ground Lying Demon Infant had yet to fully transform, it seemed to sense the Sunlight Dharma Body.

A flicker of eagerness appeared in Li Mo's eyes.

The Ground Lying Demon Infant unexpectedly conceived the notion of heading toward the Mud Pill Palace.

Li Mo promptly housed the Ground Lying Demon Infant temporarily within the Corpse Mountain Mini World, its towering Nascent Soul landing heavily within the mountain range.

To avoid disturbing the Ground Lying Demon Infant, Corpse Mountain took half a breath to arrive at the Mud Pill Palace.

"If we don't succeed, we'll perish."

Nascent Soul fusion was unprecedented. Despite Li Mo's countless simulations, absolute certainty was unattainable.

To achieve immortality and ascend the Dao, one must seize fate and wrest heaven's decree.

"Come on."

The Ground Lying Demon Infant emerged from the Corpse Mountain Mini World, rushing straight toward the Sunlight Dharma Body.

The Turbid Blood Spiritual Power and Great Sun Spiritual Power collided violently, halting the Ground Lying Demon Infant's advance, as their intertwined nature generated both complementarity and antagonism.

"Damn it."

The Mud Pill Palace fissured, and his brain suffered severe trauma.

Li Mo had little time left.

He activated Innate Saint, converting Great Sun Spiritual Power directly into Turbid Blood Spiritual Power, striving to maintain a delicate balance between them.

The Ground Lying Demon Infant's resistance diminished, allowing it to continue advancing.

Li Mo's forehead veins bulged as his Divine Sense fought furiously to suppress the rebellious Sunlight Dharma Body, driving brain marrow liquid to seep from his nose and mouth.

"Screw you, Sunlight Seven Treasures Bodhisattva Dharma Body!"

"Just because your name includes a Bodhisattva doesn't mean you actually belong to the Buddhist Sect!!!"