At this moment, Mu Yun felt as if his entire body had been dismantled.
Every meridian, every drop of blood, every cell within him was fragmented into tiny pieces.
Only one thing remained unchanged: his consciousness.
He could still feel his body.
However, his body was not under his control, as if it were floating there alone.
"Where is this..."
Looking at the vast white space he found himself in, Mu Yun felt as if he had entered another world.
Astral projection?
Impossible! He hadn't even reached the Divine Realm; how could he have a soul!
A soul was something a martial artist could only develop after cultivating their physical body to its peak, and he was still a long way off.
"That's... a low-grade divine artifact—the Jade Golem Spear!" "
Heavens! And a high-grade divine artifact—the Soft Silver Arc Arrow!"
"There's even the Eight Desolate Wine God Fist!"
Looking at the scene before him, Mu Yun gradually became stunned.
These treasures, even in his previous life, would have driven billions of people mad in countless worlds, and now, they were all in this mysterious space.
Not only were there divine artifacts, but also countless divine beast skeletons, elixirs, spiritual materials, metals, and all sorts of other things.
This cave was truly unique, a gigantic treasure trove.
Mu Yun understood where he was.
The Immortal Slaughtering Diagram!
This was the cave within the Immortal Slaughtering Diagram.
However, even as a former Immortal King who had seen countless spatial rings and storage treasures, Mu Yun was still shocked by the sheer size of this cave.
He could sense that what was unfolding before him was only a corner of the ocean; the vaster existence was beyond his reach.
Even seeing these things, Mu Yun couldn't touch them.
The divine artifacts seemed to linger before him, yet they also seemed incredibly far away.
Only the low-level Xuan artifacts and some low-level spiritual materials were within his reach.
Mu Yun hadn't expected that this life-or-death battle, which had nearly exhausted his lifespan, would now bring a turning point.
Opening the Immortal Execution Map and seeing its treasures was even more surprising than the divine power it had previously emitted. He
was now certain of two main uses for the map.
First, it could emanate divine power, a power almost unheard of even in the myriad worlds.
Second, the sheer abundance of treasures—so many different kinds—that Mu Yun had no doubt the entire myriad worlds combined could surpass this.
However, while these uses sounded enticing, they weren't entirely perfect.
First, the appearance of divine power seemed to be governed by rules; Mu Yun's previous breakthrough had only resulted in
the flow of true essence, not divine power. The difference was immense .
Second, these treasures and artifacts—taking even one would cause chaos throughout the entire Heavenly Fortune Continent, with everyone scrambling to seize them.
However, Mu Yun could only take some mortal and profound artifacts, and even the quantity he could take was limited by his own strength.
These two points restricted the map's expansion, but for Mu Yun, it was a good thing.
The inexhaustible wealth could indeed allow him to travel a thousand miles in a single step, but in the realm of martial arts, it could also paralyze him.
He was no longer the mighty Immortal King of the past.
He was now Mu Yun, a scion of the Mu family of Beiyun City.
After considering all this, Mu Yun felt somewhat embarrassed.
At this moment, his consciousness existed within the Immortal Execution Diagram in this form, but how could he return to his body and regain control?
Moreover, he had almost exhausted his life force; he probably had little chance of survival.
"Am I just supposed to watch these treasures and see my corpse buried?" Thinking of this, Mu Yun couldn't help but shudder.
"There must be a way!"
Mu Yun pondered.
Originally, he should have died after exhausting his lifespan.
But the Immortal Execution Diagram had wrapped his consciousness within it, so it must be doing something.
He just hadn't thought of it yet.
"I'll definitely think of something!"
Sitting down, Mu Yun pondered deeply.
"The Immortal Execution Diagram absorbed me, it certainly wasn't just to show me the treasures inside. There must be something core I haven't observed."
With this thought, Mu Yun hurriedly stood up.
Looking around, Mu Yun still found nothing.
Closing his eyes, he began to carefully sense his surroundings, and gradually he noticed something strange.
Within this entire Immortal Execution Diagram cave, it seemed as if a net was being woven in the darkness, a net he couldn't see, yet it truly existed.
This net connected the entire Immortal Execution Diagram, seemingly its lifeblood.
Gradually, Mu Yun calmed down.
He began to separate his own meridians.
Although he was a consciousness, the feeling was still incredibly painful.
It felt as if his body was being dismembered.
Gritting his teeth, Mu Yun dissected his own body bit by bit.
Invisible sweat seemed to soak his body.
"Found it!"
Suddenly, in an instant, a surge of energy spread within him.
This spread was within his body, not his consciousness
.
"So that's it, so that's it..."
Suddenly, Mu Yun was so excited he almost danced with joy.
He finally understood!
Within the Immortal Execution Diagram, what firmly binds these divine artifacts and elixirs is none other than an invisible net.
One after another, these nets, filled with inexplicable power, gradually emerged before Mu Yun's eyes.
They were long, silver lines, covering the entire Immortal Execution Diagram's cave heaven.
And the final intersection of these silver lines was precisely where the bound divine artifacts, elixirs, and elixirs were located.
This discovery filled Mu Yun with immense joy.
He had just disintegrated his body, invisibly causing his body to completely merge with the network of the Immortal Execution Diagram.
In other words, these controls had become one with his body.
Although he still couldn't control them, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.
"The Immortal Execution Diagram is indeed incredibly powerful!"
Mu Yun exclaimed, admiring the diagram.
"Now, it seems it's time to leave."
Having revealed these things, his consciousness could finally return to his original body.
However, even so, Mu Yun knew that his lifespan was still very short.
What he needed to do next was to advance his cultivation level.
A martial artist at the tenth level of the Physical Body Realm could generally only live to be a hundred years old before succumbing to the ravages of time and decaying.
But at the tenth level of the Spiritual Acupoint Realm, nourishing the body with spiritual acupoints, lifespan doubled, reaching around two hundred years.
As for the Divine Transformation Realm, that meant at least five hundred years of lifespan.
He had almost exhausted his hundred-year lifespan, and probably only had less than six months left.
Therefore, he had to hurry up and advance to the Spirit Cave Realm to extend his lifespan by a few years, lest he die again immediately due to his lifespan limit after being resurrected.
"Miss, this guy is completely dead, his body is so cold!"
"Nonsense, can't I tell?" Xiao Yun'er pouted, "I never thought my fiancé, Xiao Yun'er's fiancé, would die before we were even engaged. Sigh..."
"Who said I'm dead?"
Just as the two were talking, a gentle voice suddenly echoed in the room.
"Who?"
"Who is it?"
Hearing that voice, the two, mistress and servant, were instantly terrified.
There were only the three of them in the room, but Mu Yun was dead, so who said that?
"Naturally, it's me, your fiancé!"
Mu Yun suddenly stood up, smiling at the two.
These two are really interesting...
"A ghost!"
With a shout, two figures instantly jumped out of the room
, not daring to linger for a moment.
"A ghost..." Mu Yun shook his head with a wry smile and began to familiarize himself with his body.
The feeling of returning was wonderful.
However, although the situation took a turn for the better today thanks to the appearance of Master Miaoqing and Mu Qingyu, Qin Mengyao was still taken away.
Even now, Mu Yun still couldn't be sure whether the Holy Pill Sect Master wanted to cultivate Qin Mengyao or extract her divine soul for his own use.
"Kill me? I will repay you tenfold, Sheng Wuyi, Bei Yiwentian!" Mu Yun clenched his fists, his face terribly gloomy.
Qin Mengyao was the first woman he loved after his rebirth, and the first woman he wanted to protect.
No matter what, he would never allow anyone to hurt her.
However, his current strength was far too weak...
With a creak, as Mu Yun fell into deep thought, the door was pushed open.
A figure slowly walked in.
Mu Qingyu!
It must be said that Mu Qingyu didn't look like the head of a large family at all.
Dressed simply, with a chiseled face, long, neatly trimmed hair, and a sleek, middle-aged appearance, he exuded a captivating masculine charm. More importantly, his handsome face, so alluring it could charm countless young women, always radiated confidence.
Closing the door behind him, Mu Qingyu slowly walked to Mu Yun.
His eyes fixed on Mu Yun, Mu Qingyu's expression gradually darkened.
"Speak," he said, getting straight to the point.
Exposed? Impossible!
Hearing Mu Qingyu's question, Mu Yun was stunned.
"You are not Mu Yun. Mu Yun is inherently cowardly and intellectually challenged. He could never possibly reach the tenth level of the Physical Body realm. Who are you?"
Looking at Mu Yun, Mu Qingyu's gaze was filled with hostility.
"Heh..."
Mu Yun merely sneered.
"What are you laughing at?"
"I am indeed not Mu Yun. What's so great about that Mu Yun? When he was six, a servant broke his leg. He went to the medicine room to get medicine to treat his leg, and then someone broke his arm." "
That Mu Yun, when he was eight, was starving and stole a piece of pastry from the kitchen. His family whipped him a hundred times!"
"That Mu Yun, because he wanted to learn martial arts and become a martial artist like his father, practiced desperately day and night, but he was falsely accused of stealing and was beaten a hundred times by his father, unable to get out of bed for half a year."
"That Mu Yun, when he was nine, his mother died, and his own father sent him to a remote place to experience the most painful and bitter life!"
"That Mu Yun..."
"Enough!"
Suddenly, Mu Qingyu's face turned cold, and he shouted sharply.