The Subterranean Dragon is not the same as the Soaring Dragon, possessing an immensely strong body and a resilient soul. Although the physical form of the Subterranean Dragon is unparalleled in the Six Realms, being the strongest in the world.

However, its soul has not been completely refined and is not as substantial as the Soaring Dragon’s.

Thus, when Lin Feng exhausted all his strength, unleashing a leg strike that tore through space and shook heaven and earth, the Extreme Shadow Leg. The giant dragon finally couldn’t withstand this vast, deadly blow. It let out a thunderous dragon roar that resonated with heaven and earth and fell tragically on the shore.

All the cultivators saw that this Heavenly Rank divine beast, the Subterranean Dragon King, had fallen.

Finally, they collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

Some of them were so moved that tears welled up. After cultivating for so long, it was the first time they saw the top-ranked Heavenly Rank divine beast.

"I’ve heard that divine beasts are excellent materials for refining Divine Artifacts, how about we take some dragon bones and Dragon Balls to refine some treasures?"

Upon saying this, everyone’s spirits lifted, and they emerged from the previous atmosphere.

The pain and casualties of the earlier battle were entirely forgotten.

Thoughts of treasures started surfacing in everyone’s minds.

Cultivators regard death quite naturally; if they die, they die.

They view it with extreme calmness and peace, otherwise, in the vast Immortal Path, you would cry yourself to death.

All things in heaven and earth have their fate. If one is obsessed with life and death, how can they speak of cultivation and exploring the Dao? Letting go of obsessions is the only way to return to your true self, and only by doing so can you follow the Immortal Path.

Meanwhile, the group at Dragon Abyss Pond was dissecting dragon bones and meat.

Elsewhere, a team of ten on another hill faced significant trials.

The ten of them moved forthrightly into a valley, where peculiar rocks abounded eerily.

The endless strange stones seemed like raging beasts, some running, some boiling, some galloping like wild horses, and others surging like a whirling dragon.

Upon entering this place, everyone was captivated by the strange rocks, and they began to observe them.

Yuan Hong, the eldest and most senior cultivator among them, possessed the power of the Eight Spirit Knot. Within the Six Realms, he was considered a mortal expert. Although he could not sweep the world, he feared no strong enemy.

He began to channel his spiritual power to sense the rugged stones and the infinite might among the mountains.

All of a sudden, he roared toward the sky:

"Not good! We’ve been tricked."

Right after Yuan Hong spoke, a mist began to spread in the valley, a poison that had accumulated for thousands of years. Once it entered the body, the meridians of the cultivators were severed, and in an instant, only five remained from the ten-person team.

"We are all above the Eight Spirit Knot, yet we couldn’t withstand this poison for even a moment."

After saying this, the remaining five began to form an array, with streams of light appearing between their fingers, gathering into Yuan Hong’s seal technique.

Yuan Hong chanted a spell: "The vastness of heaven and earth, all streams of light."

A wave of light covered the entire area, making the valley as desolate as an uninhabited place. No matter how the ferocious beasts charged or how the vicious poison seethed.

Only then did Yuan Hong and the others breathe a sigh of relief.

"Senior Hong, fortunately, you’re here; otherwise, we really couldn’t have executed this Isolation Technique."

A cultivator who narrowly escaped death thanked Yuan Hong, showing great courtesy.

Another person quickly agreed, expressing deep admiration for Yuan Hong.

"Indeed, although the four of us can form the array, succeeding in isolating ourselves in such a short time is only thanks to Brother Hong, a person of such high power, acting as the nucleus and forming the array."

After saying this, Senior Hong seemed to relax his tense expression, smiled at everyone, and said:

"This is nothing; I haven’t even used my trump card yet."

He then placed his hands behind his back like a transcendental expert, the very picture of virtue in the valley, a pioneer.

In this vast valley, he alone had saved the lives of four cultivators.

"This place is extremely dangerous. If you touch it hastily, you’d die abruptly. I’ve never seen anything like it; it feels like decades of cultivation have been for nothing."

After saying this, several people started laughing, and after the laughter, Yuan Hong suggested that everyone withdraw from the valley and reconsider their plans. Under the effect of the Isolation Technique, they smoothly left the valley and reached a safe area.

Seeing oneself and the outside world isolated, it’s a curious yet speechless situation. The affairs of the Six Realms are such that they leave one feeling utterly indiscernible and muddled. Sometimes retreating with your tail between your legs is the correct choice.

Occasionally standing out is a mistake. Sometimes a tactical retreat is a wise option. Yuan Hong and his companions had their reasons for doing this.

Therefore, the other deceased individuals, if they had spirits in the heavens, wouldn’t blame them.

The Heavenly Dao is vast, and the multitude of living beings are as fragile as a thin layer of paper, breakable at a touch.

At this moment, everyone had finished their exploration.

Only these two were still accompanying this family of deceased, wandering through the forest.

Qian Yue, carrying Qian Hua, accompanied a middle-aged man’s family on a long journey, never saw the middle-aged man take a breath.

The meaning clearly indicated that after such a long journey, they never saw the middle-aged man take a breath. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Seeing their mortal appearance, not needing to breathe, if they’re not dead, what are they?

In heaven and earth, all living things have a road to return to.

"Is this the road for this family?"

Witnessing this scene, Qian Yue carefully pondered in his heart.

The middle-aged man still bore an awkward smile on his face as he walked, turning back to gaze at Qian Yue. If any ordinary person saw the middle-aged man’s spectral gaze, they might indeed die of fright.

"It seems they have no idea that their family of five has already become undead. They’re living the same life they had before, farming the land, greeting us."

Qian Yue pondered this as he accompanied them.

"Daddy, I’m tired."

"Hua’er, you’re so grown up, don’t throw a tantrum."

At this point, the young girl, seemingly exhausted from walking, started to whine to her parents. Before her father could pick her up, her mother had already scolded her.

However, the middle-aged man was still amiable, smiling at his daughter.

"Alright, alright, come, let Daddy carry you."

The woman appeared a bit displeased, but her face was full of happiness nonetheless. Although her expression was extremely stiff, Qian Yue could still see through it.

Watching the family of five in their joy, Qian Yue suddenly felt less apprehensive.

At this moment, Qian Yue’s mind was suddenly struck by a thought!

"There are five of them, so where did that old man go!"

At this thought, Qian Yue suddenly felt a chilling presence behind him. This chill indicated that behind Qian Yue, there seemed to be a sinister shadow greedily watching.

"Could the old man have turned into a corpse?"

As soon as Qian Yue turned his head, he saw an evil face lunging at him. With Qian Hua on his back, he couldn’t move freely.

Inadvertently, he stepped on a stubborn stone underfoot.

With a "thud," he fell to the ground.

However, this fall saved him from the old man lunging at him.

The old man, paying no heed, still lunged towards his son.

The old man’s drool hung long. Thick saliva surged between sharp teeth and mouth.

"I want to eat, I want to eat!!!!"

Watching this unfold, Qian Yue felt concerned for the father and daughter ahead.

He quickly shouted to the family: "Watch out!!!"

Then a dramatic scene unfolded.

The middle-aged man immediately turned, freeing one arm carrying his daughter, and threw a fierce punch with immense momentum straight at the old ghost’s face, blasting the ferocious old ghost away with one strike.