The Holy Maiden Uncovers My Coffin When I Just Become An Emperor's Corpse

The power of the ten-colored Immortal Corpse was immense, likely a formidable rival for him in becoming an emperor in the future.

If Yang Yan could suppress it before it rose to power, or even kill it and absorb its physique, he would have one less potential future adversary impacting him.

It was a pity this ten-colored Immortal Corpse was too slippery and had the assistance of the Great Brahma Tree. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

With Yang Yan’s strength, if it didn’t flee, he truly had the capability to slay and consume the ten-colored Immortal Corpse.

But with the ten-colored Immortal Corpse and the Great Brahma Tree combined, their power was nearly at the Emperor Realm.

At Yang Yan’s current cultivation, he simply couldn’t hold them.

Unless his comprehension of the Great Dao reached the Saint sovereign realm.

Otherwise, it would be very difficult for him to keep them!

"I left a lot of Immortal Aura on the ten-colored Immortal Corpse.

These things aren’t simple; they might contain something I desire.

Let the Second God ponder upon it!" Yang Yan thought to himself.

Perhaps, in the future, he could use this Immortal Aura to track where the ten-colored Immortal Corpse was.

"It can’t escape my grasp!"

Yang Yan collected the Immortal Aura and stepped into the Immortal Burial Valley.

He continued towards the direction of the mooing, moving swiftly.

"Inside, it’s extremely dangerous. I must leave spatial markers here," he thought to himself.

As long as the spatial markers were left, he could return quickly from anywhere.

"Immortal Burial Valley is too perilous inside, I must be cautious."

In cultivation, no one had it easy.

No one wanted to die easily!

Better to be cautious, it couldn’t go wrong!

Especially knowing there’s danger inside and entering recklessly without any backup.

That was courting death!

Yang Yan wouldn’t do such foolish things; he moved forward, leaving many spatial markers.

He extended his hand, looking at the palm’s mark of a bull.

"The mooing grows louder, proving I am getting closer to the Stone Bull."

The surrounding fog thickened, Yang Yan frowned slightly.

The density of the fog made him feel something amiss.

"The fog is strange!"

In his eyes, no matter how dense the fog was, it should not hinder his vision.

But now, the dense fog was actually blocking his sight.

"No wonder the Immortal Burial Valley could make the ten-colored Immortal Corpse stumble."

The ten-colored Immortal Corpse and the Great Brahma Tree had deep cultivation, but compared to the mystique of eyes, both together couldn’t match the marvel of his vision.

His sight was far stronger than theirs!

If he couldn’t see through the fog ahead, imagine the Great Brahma Tree and the ten-colored Immortal Corpse.

His figure vanished on the spot, blending into the void.

He pressed forward, hearing the sounds of battle.

On his way here, he encountered some cultivators, but they were too weak.

Yang Yan didn’t even feel like making a move, just brushing past them.

As for the treasures in the Immortal Burial Valley, they were too ordinary.

He hadn’t seen any real treasures.

If he did, he certainly would have taken action to seize them. Given his cultivation, seizing them would be easy.

"The place of battle is on my way to the Stone Bull," Yang Yan thought silently.

He planned to pass by there!

Yang Yan increased his speed; the fog before him surged.

The battle was fierce!

"King Realm?"

To Yang Yan, a King Realm cultivator was too weak.

He could crush them with one finger.

"No, there’s something wrong with the one fighting them."

Yang Yan pierced through the mist, seeing a transparent figure battling a King Realm cultivator.

This transparent figure had no physical body nor left any shadow beneath.

If Yang Yan hadn’t noticed the mist’s fluctuating changes, he wouldn’t have detected the other’s presence.

Boom!

The fog quaked; the King Realm cultivator was struck away by the other’s punch.

Falling to the ground, blood spewed from his mouth.

With his cultivation, he was no match for that transparent figure’s silhouette.

The opponent wasn’t very strong, roughly on par with this person.

But the extent of how the opponent used force was more potent than this person.

"No..." the fallen and bleeding cultivator exclaimed in surprise.

Yang Yan could see the transparent figure in the mist pushing through and charging at the man.

At this moment, he struck with a finger, shattering the transparent figure and dispersing the mist.

"Is it dead?"

Yang Yan stood amidst the mist right where the transparent figure had stood.

However, the collapsed transparent figure had vanished entirely, leaving no trace or scent behind.

It was as if after collapsing, it suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"This presence is very sinister!"

His vision was so powerful, yet it hadn’t located even a hint of the other’s presence.

It seemed as if the other never existed!

He turned to look at the King Realm cultivator coughing up blood on the ground.

"Tell me, what was that thing just now?" Yang Yan asked coldly.

The King Realm cultivator on the ground swallowed an elixir, stabilizing his injuries, then opened his mouth.

"Immortal Spirit!" the injured King Realm cultivator said. "You don’t know?"

"I don’t."

The injured King Realm cultivator chuckled.

"Daring to come in despite not knowing, your skill truly gives you courage!

But in light of you saving me, I’ll give you some advice.

Don’t go any further; if you do,

anything below a Saint with Great Saint cultivation will die there," he advised.

Immortal Spirit?

"Is that the aura of an immortal, or its soul?" Yang Yan asked.

The injured King Realm cultivator shrugged.

"I don’t know, I’m too weak, just being a King Realm cultivator.

I haven’t even entered the middle layer of the Immortal Burial Valley, let alone understand its deepest secrets.

Only those above a Saint can know.

I advise you not to seek the outcome too eagerly, as the presence inside is too perilous.

However, I’ve heard it’s true that immortals are buried within the Immortal Burial Valley.

Immortal Spirit is just a fragment of the aura of an immortal.

It can mimic any cultivator who enters.

Their cultivation and even their entire strength.

Once successfully duplicated, it strikes to kill the mimicked cultivator and then becomes them.

I stayed here too long, which allowed it to mimic me and then try to take my life.

Despite our identical strength, it surpassed me greatly and was truly hard to believe."

Mimic?

Duplicate?

Yang Yan recalled the situations of mimicry and duplication on that spaceship in the West Soil.

There was some resemblance, yet more sinister here.

"You should leave quickly, or the Immortal Spirit can mimic your appearance," the injured King Realm cultivator advised.

He stood up and walked toward the exit.

Yang Yan, however, didn’t retreat; he continued forward.

The location of the Stone Bull was within reach, and since he was here, he had to take a look.

Mimic me?

"I’d like to see if the Immortal Spirit can mimic my strength!"