Longevity Strange Immortal-Chapter 50 The Sub-Device Sect with No Hands and No Legs

Chapter 50: Chapter 50 The Sub-Device Sect with No Hands and No Legs

Li Mo had no intention of following the mud sculptures’ directions to venture deeper into the Corpse Mountain, instead relying on the Concealing Breath of his Leakless Body to remain in place.

With the protection of the Tattooed Beast, he ensured there were no blind spots in his vision as he silently moved through the abandoned mine tunnels.

Moments later, the Ghost Tiger returned, clutching a blood-stained Storage Bag in its jaws. It was evident the harvest was plentiful — the Viper Gang had been permanently buried in the Secret Realm.

Li Mo inspected the Storage Bag.

Xu Guangcheng had collected over a hundred Low-Grade Spirit Materials, along with two Mid-Grade Spirit Materials, and a large amount of meticulously processed corpses.

The corpses were of varying ages, and Li Mo hadn’t expected Xu Guangcheng to harbor such a perverse hobby.

In the corner of the Storage Bag, Li Mo found several boxes of Magic Bone Slips, though the recorded spells were too fragmented. Only the Viper Gang’s main cultivation technique, the "Snake Belly Green Blood Heart Sutra," was relatively complete.

Li Mo had no interest in the Snake Belly Green Blood Heart Sutra. This spell seemed to share origins with Ahui’s Curse but was even more extreme.

Instead, Xu Guangcheng’s cultivation method, the "Moon Concealing Secret Technique," caught his attention.

The Moon Concealing Secret Technique emphasized performing Circulation Cycles under the night sky, easily achieving a state of Cultivation.

However, being a Loose Cultivator’s technique, the Moon Concealing Secret Technique only covered the first three layers during childhood. The rest was patched together from various sources, and Xu Guangcheng’s ability to cultivate to the Fourth Layer was largely due to luck.

Li Mo focused his mind, and the Moon Concealing Secret Technique appeared on the surface of his Tao Seed.

The Primordial Tao Seed absorbed the cultivation technique, spinning slightly faster as a result. The Yang Yuan Ben Jing seemed to gain minor improvements, though negligible.

Fragmented techniques offered almost no nourishment to the Tao Seed.

Li Mo shook his head — he needed to find an opportunity to switch cultivation techniques. No matter how much the Yang Yuan Ben Jing was refined, it could never break free from its limitations.

After scavenging through the resources, he tossed miscellaneous items into a corner of the mine tunnel.

Unknowingly, Li Mo had ventured to a depth of nearly three thousand meters. The number of branching tunnels became fewer, and the temperature gradually turned damp and cold.

Scanning his surroundings, he realized that to go deeper, he might need to start chiseling away at the rock walls.

The Creation Scholar’s subtle resonance indicated that the secret of the Corpse Mountain was nearby; even the Mother Ghost Head could faintly sense the presence of the Child Ghost Head.

Li Mo stepped back half a meter, preparing to have the Ghost Tiger commence excavation.

As he turned his head—

An eerie wind brushed against his face.

The Salamander let out a terrified cry, the budding sprout atop its head shivering violently as it tried to radiate vitality to protect Li Mo’s body.

At some unknown point, the narrow mine tunnel suddenly opened up, thick mist enveloping the space. In the distance, a dim silhouette of a monastery could faintly be discerned.

The monastery was squat, its courtyard roofed with blue tiles, and lush, robust pine trees scattered green vibrance throughout.

[There should be no monastery in the mine tunnels]

Li Mo licked his lips — unsurprisingly, this was the source of the Creation Book’s anomaly.

The Tea Poison skill was still operational, which brought him a sense of relief, though the metallic toxins filling the air were clearly intensifying.

Li Mo approached the monastery, while the Ghost Tiger cautiously slinked into the shadows along the wall, darting ahead through the monastery’s doors to scout for danger.

From the Ghost Tiger’s feedback, the monastery appeared lively.

Reaching the monastery’s entrance, Li Mo used the Mother Ghost Head to detect that the missing cultivators were indeed inside the monastery and, for the moment, their lives were not in danger.

Hiss... hiss...

Pages of the Creation Book flipped; it reached the ninth blank page.

On the final page of the Creation Book, countless fleshy tendrils began sprouting. Within moments, they transformed into nail-sized remnants of a blank page.

The tenth page of the Creation Book inexplicably began to materialize.

Li Mo stood outside the monastery briefly, watching as the new page continued its partial growth, though the speed was noticeably slowing.

He pushed open the monastery’s doors.

A rancid sour odor surged toward him; the monastery reeked of Gold Earth Element Spiritual Energy.

The expansive courtyard was filled with hundreds of clay sculptures dressed in coarse hemp garments, motionlessly reenacting the scene of devotees offering incense.

Whenever Li Mo’s gaze shifted, the mud sculptures in blind spots adjusted their postures, though they didn’t exhibit the aggressive tendencies seen in the mud sculptures within the Corpse Mountain.

He refrained from unveiling his Primordial Postnatal Dao Body, leaving the mud sculptures to adhere to their own rules.

Startled, Li Mo realized that the mud sculptures were imitating something.

He directed the Ghost Tiger and Salamander to focus their sights on the majority of the mud sculptures near the monastery’s front, avoiding those in the corners engaged in farming.

Li Mo began rapidly blinking.

With each blink, the field of view temporarily lost track of the mud sculptures, causing them to seemingly spring to life, furiously sowing and plowing the ground.

It resembled a stop-motion animation — each blink of the eye coalescing the movements of the mud sculptures into fluid activity.

As the Tattooed Beast turned its head away, the lifeless monastery seemed to radiate renewed vitality.

The mud sculptures busily worked within the monastery, the pungent incense smoke thickening. Their actions and bearing mirrored those of believers in bustling towns.

Li Mo proceeded to the main hall of the monastery and was shocked to discover its structure was formed from the secretions of Gold-eating Worms, the interior teeming with maggots.

The murmured recitation of the Armament Covering Spell emanated from within.

"The Heaven and Earth Profound Sect, Primordial Qi as the root, cultivate through countless eons to validate my divine skill."

"Within and beyond the Three Realms, only the Dao..."

Li Mo glanced at the plaque above the main hall, inscribed with three characters: "Creation Furnace." This was the location where the disciples of the Sub-Device Sect practiced their spells.

The hall was garishly opulent; at its center stood a golden statue lacking arms and legs, presumably depicting the Sub-Device Sect’s ancestor master, "Golden Light Wanderer," though why the limbs had been removed remained a mystery.

Beneath the statue sat an old man with long white hair, also devoid of arms and legs. Upon seeing Li Mo, he exclaimed cheerfully, "Fellow Daoist, have you come to cultivate the Armament Covering Spell?"

"Elder, may I inquire your Dao title?"

The old man’s head pointed toward the side walls of the main hall and repeated, "Fellow Daoist, have you come to cultivate the Armament Covering Spell?"

"Is this the Sub-Device Sect?"

"Fellow Daoist, have you come to cultivate the Armament Covering Spell?"

The elder incessantly repeated the question, golden metal lines spreading across his decaying flesh, emitting the stench of rust.

"Fellow Daoist, have you come to cultivate the Armament Covering Spell?!!"

His tone increasingly threatening as he muttered details of the Armament Covering Spell.

Li Mo followed the elder’s gaze and saw the walls of the hall lined with countless armless and legless statues.

At first glance, the statues seemed made of metal, but faint movements in their chests and abdomens revealed subtle breathing.

Li Mo quickly recognized several two-headed statues — they were none other than the Loose Cultivators who had previously ventured into Corpse Mountain, now deeply trapped within the monastery.

Oddly, they appeared content, their Cultivation levels visibly rising. Several had already reached the bottleneck of their current stage.

Li Mo felt the absurdity.

What was the origin of the Armament Covering Spell, and why did the Sub-Device Sect revere Human Pigs?

The elder’s spine emitted the clicking of bone collisions, writhing toward Li Mo with a grotesque movement as a half-meter-long Gold-eating Worm crawled out from the split in his back.

Li Mo had two choices: either agree or leave the monastery immediately.

He prepared to use the Tea Poison technique to depart, leaking the aura of his Primordial Postnatal Dao Body, causing the elder to freeze in place.

The elder retreated to his original position and continued chanting the Armament Covering Spell.

Li Mo cautiously exited the main hall, waiting outside the monastery for the blank page’s growth to complete.

At this moment, he noticed that the new blank page had revealed traces of dark gold patterns, leaving him wondering about their potential implications for imprinted organs.