This wasn't Zuo's first time in the Sword Cave, but every time he came, he couldn't help but marvel at it. Who would have thought that inside a mountain cave, there would be such an extraordinary world, a magical world completely different from the outside?

  Pu Yao entered the Sword Cave and completely ignored Zuo Mo, running to one side to frantically absorb the yin energy. Looking at Pu Yao's entranced expression, Zuo Mo deeply realized that this monster was indeed different from humans.

  It's not easy to come to the Sword Cave, so Zuo Mo decided to condense some more spiritual beads. Firstly, this thing is worth crystal stones, and secondly, refining the Dark Fire Bead also requires it. Although he hasn't tried the power of the Dark Fire Bead yet, Zuo Mo firmly believes in its power. Something with such a high difficulty in refinement wouldn't be useless, would it?

  He found a place with denser yin energy that was not disturbed by the Pú Yāo and began to condense his yin pearls.

  Since Pu Yao said that all the methods are after the formation of the array, Zuo Mo began to consciously think in this direction. However, reality is always much more complicated than theory. Even the simplest method will have many variations. If the essence of the method is indeed the formation of the array, then it would be necessary to find the location of the array among such complex and varied changes, and the difficulty can be imagined.

  Soon, he became immersed in the world of exploration. All that could be seen was his hands moving quickly and slowly, with no discernible pattern, his face still expressionless, his eyes dull and distant, as if his spirit had wandered outside.

  The dark energy around his hands gathered and dispersed suddenly, sometimes collapsing, but he seemed to be unaware of it, his ten fingers changing continuously, as if possessed.

  The opened-eyed Pú Yāo noticed Lǔ Mò's condition, the dark energy rushing towards his body momentarily slowed down. He closed his eyes again, and the surrounding dark energy rushed towards him with an even more frantic speed.

  Zuo Mo's double-handed finger technique gradually became more refined, and the speed at which the yin energy gathered in his hands also increased bit by bit. A yin bead slowly took shape. When the yin bead was complete, Zuo Mo also snapped out of his dazed state. He held the newly formed yin bead up to his eyes, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. The yin bead in front of him didn't seem any different from the ones he had condensed before. The only difference was that it took less time than before.

  This line is extremely short-lived, if not for Zuo Mo's careful attention, he might not have had any feeling at all. Although this was only a tiny and insignificant progress, it was a huge encouragement to Zuo Mo. Despite some disappointment, he also understood that studying the spell's formation was still quite difficult for him at present. However, at least it showed that the direction wasn't wrong, as long as the direction wasn't wrong, slowly moving forward would eventually lead to progress.

  He just made a bold little adjustment, which was this unclear adjustment that he didn't quite understand himself, and it caused the crystal to solidify one line faster.

  Maybe when one's skills in creating arrays are higher, it won't be so difficult, thus comforting oneself.

  After that, he didn't spend his time continuing to tinker, but instead began to seriously condense the yin pearls. He condensed thirty yin pearls in one breath before stopping.

  The púyāo that had absorbed the yīn qì looked radiant and full of life, with a satisfied expression. He floated over to Zuǒ Mò's side: "Let's go hunt one or two yīn xiǎo!"

  It's like a child who craves food, wanting to eat meat in particular.

  "You can go hunting yourself." Zu Mo said somewhat strangely, the strength of the Bo Ya was much stronger than his, it didn't make sense to ask for his help.

  Pú yāo pī pī zuǐ, yǒu xiē wúnài dào: "Wǒ chū shǒu, zhè yīn xì wèi dào jiù bù hǎo le."

  English Translation:

  The Pú Yāo pouted and said with some helplessness: "If I take action, this ominous aura will only get worse."

  "Really?" Zuo Mo was somewhat skeptical.

  The old man shrugged and didn't explain.

  Zuo Mo thought to himself, it's better not to offend this demon too much. Pu Yao had a strong desire for souls and he understood that well. Having him hunt yin energy was better than letting him go kill people and steal their souls.

  "Alright, but you also know my strength." Zuomo reminded Pu Yao.

  "Enough! What kind of evil spirits can this broken place produce? Tsk, tsk, we must enter before your senior brother does, perhaps there will be some good stuff."

  "Why?" Zuo Mo asked in puzzlement.

  It's probably because of the left demon's lack of effort that Pu Yao didn't show any impatience this time, and explained in great detail: "Most yin evil spirits come from places with dense yin energy, born from yin energy, gradually developing a spiritual nature, and constantly absorbing the surrounding yin energy. As their spiritual intelligence increases, they will naturally have the ability to cultivate themselves, constantly purifying their bodies. Some particularly powerful yin evil spirits can even cultivate into demons in the end. Because of their innate pure yin body, it's very difficult to deal with them."

  It's a bit unexpected, but Mo Zuo heard the words "difficult to entangle" from Pu Yao's mouth, which is not often heard.

  The Pao demon continued: "However, the yin evil is born from the yin energy after all, and it takes some time. Your senior brother just cleared this sword cave once, it's really abnormal, not even one was left! If it weren't for this sword cave, besides the yin energy, there would also be bloody evil energy, and the formation of this yin evil wouldn't be so easy." Then with a regretful face: "But after all, the time is too short, there won't be any good stuff. Alas, life is just so helpless!"

  Pu's sighing and dejected appearance made Zuo Mo feel very strange, he decided to remind Pu: "Pu, you're not human, you don't have a life."

  One by one, they began to move towards the depths of the Sword Cave.

  As they walked deeper, the yin energy grew thicker and more intense, while the expression on Pu Yao's face became increasingly joyful. However, to Zuo Mo's eyes, it was exceptionally eerie. Indeed, this demon was different from humans. The further they walked, the more anxious Zuo Mo felt in his heart. The surrounding scenery became even more ominous and frightening, but Zuo Mo's spiritual sense had already reached a certain level, making him feel even more intensely the chilling intent that was like countless tiny insects burrowing into his body.

  The blood flowing at his feet was thicker and more crimson than the outside, and countless evil thoughts were emanating from it. Lu Mo's divine sense couldn't help but avoid these evil thoughts. Thinking back to the last time he almost touched those things that looked like fresh blood with his fingers, Lu Mo felt a chill in his heart. Now he could feel the horror of the Blood Calamity, and it was absolutely not something he could touch at this point.

  "Where is Yin Xie?" Zuo Mo's voice was trembling slightly.

  The púyāo stopped and looked around, suddenly pointing in one direction, excitedly saying: "Look, there's one up ahead." After speaking, it floated forward first. The entire body of the púyāo was always floating in mid-air, just like a ghost.

  Zuo Mo had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow him up.

  All I saw was a mass of dark fog, churning restlessly in the corner.

  "Is this the yin evil?" Zuo Mo pointed at the black fog, asking blankly. Having heard Pu Yao describe it as so frightening and terrifying, he hadn't expected it to be just a harmless-looking black fog.

  "When the yin evil is just taking shape, it's like this. It hasn't formed its spiritual intelligence yet. If you wait until it has spiritual intelligence, the yin energy around it will condense into a shape." Pu Yao shrugged: "The shapes of yin evils are strange and varied, all kinds exist. Once you've seen many, they won't seem strange anymore."

  "I'd rather not see more of this." Zuo Mo muttered to himself, glancing at the shape-shifting black mist. Suddenly, he felt at a loss for what to do: "How can I hunt?"

  "It's simple, just hurt it." The Pú Yāo's eyes shone brightly as he added with anticipation: "Seriously injure it!"

  Zuo Mo summoned the Water Droplet Sword. The Water Droplet Sword, after being nurtured by the spiritual spring for this period of time, had become even more crystal clear and lustrous like a water droplet. After making some gestures, he decided to make his move!

  "Go with the flow!"

  In front of Zuo, a semi-transparent ripple spread quietly. The tip of the water droplet sword plunged into the yin evil, and the sharp sword tip was like stabbing into the water, clearly feeling the numbness transmitted from the sword tip.

  Hiss!

  Darkness suddenly and violently surges ceaselessly.

  Zuo Mo suddenly felt a sharp pain in his forehead, as if a thorn had pierced into his brain, and the Water Droplet Sword instantly became disordered.

  "This is the weakest Yin evil, and it will be defeated in one move. The divine consciousness stabs, and it's so weak that it can't be any weaker." The Pú Yāo (reed demon) sneered from the side: "You won't even be able to handle this, will you?"

  At this moment, a second divine consciousness pierced through, causing Mo Jian's sword momentum to become disordered.

  His divine consciousness was quite large in scale, but as for how to utilize his divine consciousness, it had always been a headache for him. So many divine senses, yet he didn't know the method of utilization, truly a waste. Not to mention methods like using divine sense to attack or using divine sense to defend.

  It felt like someone had given his head two heavy blows, and it was throbbing with a dull pain.

  The intangible and formless attack of the yin evil spirit was undetectable, and by the time his divine sense discovered it, the opponent's attack had already arrived, making it impossible for him to dodge. Matters related to the Pu Yao were indeed not good omens, and Zuo Mo's heart wailed in sorrow.

  Yin Xie relied solely on its instincts, and as soon as it was stabbed by the dripping water sword, it became enraged. Apart from its divine consciousness, it was like a furious beast, charging towards Mo Pu.

  Zuo Mo only felt the air temperature around him drop drastically, and a thick, almost tangible dark energy enveloped him tightly, as if it wanted to seep into his pores and penetrate his body. Zuo Mo felt countless needles piercing his body, and he couldn't help but let out a miserable cry.

  "You're really useless. With such a sinister aura, your broken senior brother only used one sword to cut them down." The lotus demon sneered carelessly from the side.

  Zuo Mo no longer had the time to bother with Pu Yao, the Water Dropping Sword returned to his hand. This time he didn't hesitate at all, fully mobilizing his spiritual power as he prepared to launch a full-powered strike!

  However, he immediately lost his soul!

  The spiritual energy inside his body suddenly lost control! The dark fog that tightly wrapped around him was like a sponge, frantically absorbing the spiritual energy from Zuo Mo's body.

  How did this happen?

  At this speed, his spiritual power will be quickly drained by the dark energy!

  "Soul devourer, it's a demon metropolis. Oh, this little yin evil isn't even considered a demon." Pu Yao's words arrived at the right time, but were filled with disdain for this yin evil creature.

  Zuo Mo suddenly felt a stir in his heart when he heard Pu Yao's words, "Devouring Spirit!" From the literal meaning, it should be devouring spiritual energy. For some reason, he suddenly thought of the "Diamond Sutra". At this moment, he couldn't care about anything else and immediately activated the tombstone version of the "Diamond Sutra".

  Suddenly a golden light flashed in the black fog, and Zuo Mo's entire body was as if it had been plated with a layer of dark gold.

  It works!

  Zuo Mo could clearly feel the speed of his spiritual energy loss slowing down, and the dark golden skin was like a protective membrane that isolated the loss of spiritual energy. Holding the Drop of Water Sword, Zuo Mo no longer hesitated and launched a full-force attack!

  "Layer upon Layer"

  The sword's momentum rises from the ground, as if a tide is rising, echoing and overlapping in layers, waves surging and foaming!

  At this moment, the cold air that had been accumulating for a long time suddenly burst out like an avalanche, surging and sweeping everything away!

  Zuo Mo's body pressure dissipated instantly, holding his sword and standing upright, with him as the center, a circle of pale blue ice crystal fragments.