Li Mo's harvest of corpses quickly surpassed two hundred.

Yet, a large number of Sword Ghosts continued to rush into the shop. The dense building clusters of the Fire Spirit Hall were not something a mere hundred Sword Cultivators could completely secure.

Even Li Mo could only ensure that the Sword Ghosts didn't get within a kilometer radius of the inn.

He noticed the stitching marks on the neck of the Pig Headed Man slowly tearing apart with the passage of time, with purulent liquid seeping out.

The Sword Ghosts nurtured in the graves began to slow down as well.

"The spring outing is coming to an end."

Without a shred of greed, Li Mo quietly recalled his Lifebound Flying Sword from various city districts, ensuring that the area near the Beili Riverbank was free of Sword Ghost clusters.

Currently, his Nascent Soul-level Lifebound Flying Sword could remain outside for about an hour.

Even if he wanted to keep taking advantage, the speed of producing Flying Swords from the Ten Thousand Transformation Sword Infant could no longer keep up, and there were already signs of it starting to harm itself.

"The corpses are probably enough."

Li Mo nodded slightly, as waves of Spiritual Energy surged continuously into the Corpse Mountain Mini World. The Melting Furnace emitted waves of high heat, relying solely on the Cave God's Eye for cooling.

Unfortunately, the Profound Magnetic Infant was merely at the Nascent Soul Stage.

The refining efficiency of the furnace was visibly declining, and the Divine Separation Stage corpses needed to be personally suppressed by Li Mo, or they might break free.

"I probably understand the direction of cultivation techniques that align with Artifact Cultivation."

Li Mo planned to focus on the furnace. After all, the Tao Seed's ability to decompose all things was a rare method, even in the Immortal Realm.

"Poison Cultivator? Using highly toxic substances to aid the furnace's refinement?"

"I'll see about it. But Poison Cultivation is indeed one of the options for dual cultivation."

Li Mo's thoughts churned as his Lifebound Flying Swords successively turned to scrap metal, underwent refinement in the furnace, and ultimately reverted to large amounts of spiritual materials.

The Sword Cultivators, noticing Li Mo easing off, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

They were mostly anxious about Li Mo suddenly unleashing a killing spree.

Even though they could hold their own in a skirmish, the Sword Ghosts that would be drawn in were tough to thoroughly deal with, and the pile-up in the shop would only create a bigger mess.

Li Mo wasn't interested in killing or looting. Corpse Mountain was finally nearing the end of its transformation.

Boom, boom, boom.

From within his body, earth-shaking tremors arose as Corpse Mountain frantically absorbed blood. The small world expanded by a circle in just a few breaths.

Li Mo returned to the lobby of the inn, ignoring Ye Zhuo Daoist's impending report about the second layer, and instead focused entirely on the Corpse Mountain Mini World.

After a long absence, Li Mo couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

The number of grasswood cultivators had exceeded a million, and under the constant impact of the Spiritual Energy Tide, new intelligence and ingenuity sprouted from spiritual materials every moment.

Majestic buildings were nestled within the mountains, their architecture bearing abundant marks of Guodan Mountain—all uniquely grasswood cultivators' Daoist temples.

The main peak, located at the center of the small world, was already floating above the clouds.

Zhang Guo and He Guo brothers had divided the main peak into an Upper Realm, requiring the grasswood cultivators to reach the Core Formation Stage before qualifying for ascension. Thus, only the two of them had done so.

Li Mo's eye twitched.

Disregarding the eccentric appearances of the grasswood cultivators, the cultivation system within the small world had already taken shape, becoming nearly identical to the ancient Cultivation World.

Deceit Beasts resembling bats soared across the skies, their backs carrying groups of grasswood cultivators.

Dressed in Daoist robes and wielding the Low Grade Magic Artifact Essence Pearl, which Li Mo had once taught them to refine, they chatted amongst themselves about cultivation matters.

The Deceit Beasts ventured toward the northwest corner to a black market seemingly controlled by Yin Attribute grasswood cultivators.

Li Mo scanned the Corpse Mountain Mini World and discovered the grasswood cultivators had already fragmented internally, leading to the formation of hundreds of sects.

Zhang Guo and He Guo brothers almost entirely refrained from intervening in the small world.

After brief contemplation, Li Mo understood why the two chose to stay uninvolved—it was entirely due to the limitations of the grasswood cultivators' talent.

Identical cultivation techniques yielded drastically varied effects among grasswood cultivators.

There existed over a dozen spirit attributes alone, to say nothing of the myriad forms grasswood cultivators took, created from materials ranging from rock, blood, flesh, bone, metal...

Letting the grasswood cultivators evolve freely was the only way to ensure a chance for Core Formation and Nascent Soul.

He Guo had initially intended to wait for Li Mo's descent to take action, but he hadn't anticipated the surge in grasswood cultivators resulting from the Spiritual Energy Tide, multiplying their numbers several-fold.

Although the grasswood cultivators' minds were simple, internal conflict had almost become inevitable.

He Guo and Zhang Guo, limited by their Core Formation Stage cultivation, were entirely incapable of subduing a million grasswood cultivators and were forced to let them establish sects autonomously.

Using the main peak as bait, they guided the grasswood cultivators toward ascension.

"This is indeed effective. Some grasswood cultivators' techniques have begun to diverge, but achieving perfection might take thousands of years."

And there was a risk of grasswood cultivators straying onto the wrong path, wasting valuable time.

Li Mo couldn't possibly expend resources like Xia Dao Palace's Buddha and Demon Techniques to enhance the grasswood cultivators. After all, those techniques were too critical.

"What if..."

Suddenly.

Corpse Mountain's transformation finished, and within the Magic Treasure, a hundred intertwined Spirit Patterns emerged. Next, all the Spirit Stone Veins converged.

Thus was born a large-scale Spirit Stone Vein composed of various spirit attributes.

The Spiritual Energy within the Corpse Mountain Mini World grew richer, with half of it directed toward the main peak, rendering its Spiritual Energy as dense as that found within the Ziqi Sect Inner Sect.

A bone-chilling wind swept through.

Snowflakes began to fall amidst the mountain ranges, signaling the emergence of four seasons within the small world.

Although the variations in seasons within Corpse Mountain Mini World were rudimentary—perhaps summer and winter temperatures differed by only ten degrees—it was a sign of gradual completeness.

"The era of the giant beasts has ended; it's time for the grasswood cultivators to engage in a hundred schools of thought."

The stronger the grasswood cultivators became, the more nourishment they could provide for Li Mo—equally serving as resources produced within the small world.

Li Mo manipulated Corpse Mountain to sprout Secret Realms across various regions of the small world.

Each Secret Realm was shrouded in arrays and formed cave mansions.

In these Secret Realms, treasures were stored—inheritances of techniques, the Magic Artifact Catalog, Array Path Analysis, alchemy methods...

"How many grasswood cultivators can reach Core Formation and Nascent Soul?"

Li Mo withdrew his consciousness and inspected Corpse Mountain in his palm. The Magic Treasure was veiled in mist, revealing glimpses of overlapping peaks and pavilion-strewn forests.

"Such a fine top-grade Magic Treasure."

Attaining the level of Spiritual Treasure still required significant effort—Magic Treasures needed to contain a thousand Spirit Patterns, which would then merge and interconnect to form Dao Rhythm.

Among the current Magic Treasures Li Mo possessed, only the Spirit Root Worm showed any real promise.

As long as he made a trip back to the Ziqi Sect and planted a million corpses from the Falling Abyss with Illusion Spirit Roots, it seemed likely to advance into a Spiritual Treasure.

Reclaiming mastery over Corpse Mountain gave Li Mo greater confidence in confronting the Copper Mirror.

Outside the window, silence loomed.

Faint mist rose from Fire Spirit Hall, indicating that the environment was becoming increasingly damp—a troubling sign for Sword Cultivators.

"Fire Spirit Hall continues to sink into the Copper Mirror and will sooner or later reach the second layer."

Li Mo remained silent.

The spring outing had brought nearly ten thousand new Sword Ghosts to Fire Spirit Hall, and once they interacted with the deeper layers of the Copper Mirror, the town would become a nest of Deceitful Objects.

Ye Zhuo Daoist promptly descended to the lobby on noticing Li Mo's awakening.

"Senior Brother, some Pig Headed Men's heads have already fallen off."

Li Mo glanced out at the street, spotting headless figures standing still, their right hands gripping thread that connected their heads, which floated like balloons.

The thread slowly extended, the grotesque pig heads reaching the height of a flat-roofed house.

"Paper kites. Tomb-Sweeping Festival arrives, and children fly kites through the fields."

"Hiss."

Ye Zhuo Daoist appeared numb, astonished that ordinary folklore could turn into something so eerie. He wondered when it all might end.

Li Mo calmly remarked, "At most, ten years. Fire Spirit Hall will sink into the Copper Mirror's second layer. Forget about returning to the surface."

"Damn it, no way out."

Ye Zhuo Daoist collapsed to the ground, shaking his head miserably.

"Relax. Theoretically speaking, the deeper reaches of the Copper Mirror are consistently cleared by Sword Cultivators. The only threats to us are below the fifth layer."

Li Mo suspected that the role of Heavenly Palace Stage Sword Cultivators was to prevent Sword Ghosts from reaching the bottom of the Copper Mirror, with the Great Sun Sword Tomb likely holding the advantage.

But constrained by the Night Patrol Deity's prohibitions, they hadn't discovered a way to permanently seal it.

Ye Zhuo Daoist sighed, predicting that under the current dire circumstances, only a fraction of Sword Cultivators could survive.

The Great Sun Sword Tomb would certainly have to employ unconventional means to replenish fresh blood, lest it be excluded by the Heavenly Sword Sect from the Twenty-Eight Sword Tombs.

Ye Zhuo Daoist's expression turned thoughtful.

He cast a sidelong glance at Li Mo. If the Great Sun Sword Tomb faced a crisis, Li Mo might have the chance to become its Chief.

Of course, that required Li Mo to overpower every Heavenly Palace Stage Sword Cultivator.

"Do you need something?"

"No, no, Senior Brother. What's your next step?"

Li Mo closed his eyes and said, "Adapt to the changes. Junior Brother, if you're free, go take a look at the third floor of the inn. Just so happens there aren't many Sword Ghosts left."

Ye Zhuo Daoist shivered.

Based on estimates, the inn still housed two Little Night Wanders—the waiter and the shopkeeper—and the Big Night Wander on the top floor.

He was about to refuse when Li Mo continued. "I'll be keeping watch in the lobby. You just need to go upstairs carrying the Turbid Candle. Afterward, I'll craft a Magic Treasure to protect you."

Several attempts to decline were thwarted by the offer of a Magic Treasure.

"Do what you can, and remember not to step onto the fourth floor." Li Mo patted Ye Zhuo Daoist on the shoulder before directing his Innate Essence to nourish the Dragon Ball and horned dragon.

The Cave God's Eye had surveyed the inn, revealing that whenever Li Mo's aura approached, the Sword Ghosts immediately retreated to the top floor.

With the Big Night Wander at the top, variables were too unpredictable. But if Ye Zhuo Daoist drew the Sword Ghosts to the third floor, Li Mo could conveniently eliminate them.

Ye Zhuo Daoist stopped disturbing Li Mo and reluctantly ascended to the second floor.

Li Mo seized the moment to cultivate. With the Buddha Demon Body in hand, even if the Beast Sword Dual Nascent Soul broke through its bottleneck, he could still maintain external vigilance.

Once the Lifebound Flying Sword reached the Divine Separation Stage, its strength would surely skyrocket.

Li Mo used the blood of the Taasu Beast Infant and Blood Dissolving Grass to refine Elixir Pills, removing impurities with Innate Essence.

As the Elixir Pills fell into the Sword Pouch, dozens of carp scrambled for them.

Li Mo noticed the fish dragons showed no interest in the pills, confirming the Beast Embryo Technique's correctness—that the pills were only suitable for newborn beasts.

After consuming the medicinal properties, the carp barely resembled swords, with sword bodies unexpectedly developing internal organs resembling living creatures in hunger.

Without hesitation, Li Mo destroyed any Lifebound Flying Sword beyond the fish dragon phase, repurposing the remains as materials for the Dragon Corpse Technique.

Fish Jumping Dragon Gate Wine flooded the Sword Pouch, stimulating the Lifebound Flying Swords' transformation.

...…

Each floating pig head lingered mid-air.

Children's voices echoed.

"Kites fly high, children laugh and laugh."

"Long strings reach ever high, soaring to the Outer Heaven Immortal Mountain."

"Mother asks me why I laugh."

"I reply."

"The string snapped. The Immortals were scared."

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