The only beast master in the world of immortality.

Chapter 288: Fantastic Thoughts, Superposition of Visions

"what is this?"

The young man in white, with a face as delicate and lifeless as if carved from top-grade flawless jade, raised his head and looked around. Light grey yin energy was floating in all directions, and hundreds, nearly a thousand pale and transparent ghosts were wandering around him.

"A walking little netherworld?"

Feng Qing'an was very familiar with this pale and transparent ghost. It was a specialty of the underworld. It could be seen everywhere, if not everywhere.

Not to mention other things, every time the little phoenix Youyou goes out, even if it is just flying and not doing it intentionally, there is no telling how many ghosts it will crush to death.

These are not souls, but ghosts that are naturally bred due to the special environment of the underworld, just like the weeds that can be seen everywhere on the roadside in the human world.

These are the things that can be seen everywhere in the underworld, but they just poured out from Feng Qingan’s body, or rather, when he was evolving the vision.

Immortal pulse, the underworld!
Just as Dong Huang said, with such a large amount of true Qi, it is impossible not to deduce the pulse of the immortal level. However, the strange phenomenon of its evolution really made Feng Qingan speechless and he didn't know how to evaluate it.

Looks like it's pretty powerful?
But in the memory of the young sect master, there was no relevant description at all. This was also beyond his cognition. In the thousands of years of history of the Yinhun Sect, there was only the rumored founder who used the "Six Yin Youtian Immortal Sutra" to evolve the first-grade pulse pattern and the Ten Thousand Ghosts Patrolling the Sky.

Under that ancestor, including the several human immortal ancestors in the sect, what they condensed and evolved were basically third-grade visions. A few of them, because of various opportunities, deduced the visions to the second grade, and there was not a single first-grade one.

Therefore, even the young sect leader sometimes couldn't help but question the achievements made by the founder of the sect. He couldn't imagine what kind of existence could use such unorthodox immortal scriptures to evolve a first-grade pulse pattern. How did he do it?
Is it possible that the disciples of the great master at that time exaggerated the words and fabricated things that did not exist at all in order to boast about the great master's achievements and set up an insurmountable peak in the hearts of the later disciples?

It was difficult to sustain the first grade, let alone the immortal grade. This young sect master had no concept of this at all. The situation Feng Qingan was facing now was completely beyond his blind spot.

"Donghuang, take a look at my vision. What is it like? It seems to be useless."

Even though he had condensed the immortal-level pulses that many cultivators dreamed of and even the geniuses would envy, Feng Qing'an was still picky and disdainful.

Because he had seen Donghuang's pulse, which was also of immortal quality, the vision of this king was a female emperor, sitting high above the Nine Heavens Palace. As a result, what he saw was a small underworld, and it came with specialties unique to the underworld.

What's the use of this?

As for those countless little wandering souls in the underworld, even if they were thrown into the mortal world, they would find it difficult to do anything and could only bully the old, weak and sick among mortals.

What’s the use of this thing even if more of it is derived?

"..."

After listening to Feng Qingan's rambling introduction and his endless complaints, Dong Huang couldn't help but sigh.

"Visions can grow. Do you really expect your vision to have the power to change the world once it evolves?"

"It's not impossible."

Feng Qingan, who was reminded by Dong Huang, stroked his chin and looked at the wandering soul beside him, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"So, these wandering souls can also grow, but what can they grow into?"

"What they can become is entirely up to you. It depends on how you train them. I have seen a ghost in the underworld grow from an ignorant ghost to a ghost king. If you are willing, you can also train a wandering soul into a ghost king."

"Can a wandering soul have such potential?"

When Feng Qing'an heard this, he was immediately shocked. The way he looked at the wandering souls around him was completely different from then on. These were not weak wandering souls that could not even be hurt by mortals. They were clearly seeds of ghost kings.

Just imagine, what are wandering around him at this moment are not weak ghosts, but ghost kings one after another. Feng Qingan couldn't help getting excited just thinking about this scene.

However, he quickly calmed down. To deduce the vision to such an extent, he must have the corresponding level of strength to support it. Otherwise, everything would be castles in the air, rootless duckweed, and nothing more than a daydream.

"There's no way I could do this."

The light that had just lit up in Feng Qingan's eyes suddenly dimmed. Before he could cultivate the Yuandan realm, he would inevitably disperse his power. How could his cultivation before the Yuandan realm support so many ghost kings?
Even with the cultivation level of Yuandan realm, it is impossible for him to support the hundreds or nearly a thousand ghost kings in front of him. Even if he becomes a human immortal, it may be a bit difficult. However, the consumption of the ghost kings may not be all provided by him, but even if it is only a part of it, it will be enough.

"Have you forgotten the visions from my past life? I can use them in this life as well."

"Do you have a secret method to preserve the vision after dissipating your cultivation?"

Feng Qingan reacted immediately.

"I am a reincarnated cultivator, and I can retain the fruits of my previous life. But you are a cultivator who has dispersed your energy. I don't know how far you can go, but you can give it a try."

"Can your secret method be used repeatedly?"

Even though he was not sure whether he could use Donghuang's secret method, extremely greedy thoughts still emerged in Feng Qing'an's mind.

After dispersing the power, retain the vision, change another method, continue practicing, and after re-cultivating the vision, disperse the power again. Repeat this process. One day, when many visions of immortal products are superimposed, what will happen?
"..."

Hearing Feng Qing'an's question, Dong Huang, who had achieved outstanding achievements that countless cultivators and evil spirits looked up to, both in his past life and in this life, fell silent again.

She didn't know how to answer. The king had never imagined that there would be someone in this world who was still not satisfied after obtaining the pulse of immortal level and wanted to use secret methods to superimpose the vision.

This is no longer simply greedy, it is simply a fantasy.

"I don't know, but cultivation is against the will of heaven, so why not give it a try?"

Although Dong Huang felt that Feng Qing'an was too greedy, she did not blame him for anything. She even thought it was worth a try. If it didn't work, she could modify the secret method herself to make this impossible fantasy possible.

The superposition of immortal pulses? What will eventually evolve?
She also wanted to know, she had never seen it, never heard of it, and no one had ever had such an arrogant idea.

At least she hadn't seen it.

"Why not give it a try? Hahaha, you're right, why not give it a try!"

The moment Feng Qing'an said this, he felt that his idea was too greedy. He was even prepared to be lectured by Dong Huang, but he didn't expect that this king was unexpectedly open-minded. Not only did he not say anything, but he encouraged him to try.

"Before you try, you should first master all the pulse signs of this immortal product, and at least cultivate these wandering souls to the point where they can be used."

"Yes, I know. So, what is the fastest way to cultivate wandering souls?"

Feng Qingan asked the Lord of Youhuang earnestly. "Fight and devour."

"?"

Feng Qingan was stunned after hearing this.
"Wouldn't it be easy for a ghost trained in this way to fall into madness?"

"Do you need these ghosts to have their own intelligence?"

"unnecessary."

On the one hand, the visions of practitioners are used for practicing and attaining enlightenment, and on the other hand, they are used to protect themselves and the truth, that is, to fight against others. In this case, there is no need to let the ghosts have any ideas of their own, and being fearless and courageous is the best.

"I understand."

"Ah."

"I am now preparing to sneak into the Yinhun Sect. With my current state, I can imitate the aura of the young sect leader. Even if there are some mistakes, it will not be a big deal if I cover it up with the power of the Heavenly Demon. The only problem is the three human immortals. If they notice anything, I am afraid..."

"I will always keep an eye on your safety."

Donghuang's will disappeared.

However, Feng Qing'an didn't know how much shock he had brought to the Lord of Youhuang in just one day. The Lord was alone in his palace, silent for a long time, and then he stood up.

"The netherworld!"

Feng Qing'an looked up, and as his thought came to an end, the cold and gloomy air emanating from his body suddenly rushed back to him like a weary bird returning to the forest. The dark world that isolated the weather no longer existed, and the sunlight that had been blocked originally fell on the dead silent mountains again.

The barren mountain, which was originally full of vitality and became even more vibrant after Feng Qing'an's arrival, has now completely turned into a dead place. Even the sounds of birds and insects can no longer be heard.

Because at the moment when Feng Qing'an's vision unfolded, the area within a few miles around him turned into a world of ghosts, and all living things that did not have time to escape, whether they were birds, beasts, snakes, rats, insects, etc., had all their lives taken away by the ghosts.

A single ghost can only bully the old, weak and sick among mortals, but a group of ghosts gathered together can massacre an entire village. Feng Qing'an said he was disgusted, but in fact, if he walked into any gathering place of the human race, he could become a natural disaster, even if he did nothing.

"Let me think about it. The vision that the young master was holding was the Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts. I can totally fake it."

The so-called Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts, when it is triggered, a hundred evil ghosts of different appearances will emerge behind him. Initially, these evil ghosts are all illusory and have no killing power. They are not even as powerful as the hundreds of ghosts he has now. However, as his cultivation level improves, these evil ghosts will all become real.

When the young sect leader who was killed by him traveled, even if he was alone, there would be hundreds of ghosts wandering at night. However, this is naturally not comparable to him. When he unfolds the vision, the underworld is coming.

Therefore, Feng Qingan can do everything that the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons can do, and he can do it better.

"Oh, and those two old ghosts."

Feng Qing'an thought of the two attendant elders who had escaped. The two old guys who ran very fast might become a flaw in his trip, but it was not a big problem.

Because the bodyguard he was truly familiar with had already been hacked to death by him, and he now had the means to contact these two old ghosts. As long as he could find them, all future troubles could be resolved.

"Let me see the secret method to contact the attendant elder."

"Yes, I found it."

Feng Qing'an's eyes lit up, and he pinched his fingers together. A mysterious Qi appeared on his hands, and then turned into a gloomy and terrifying skull. The upper and lower jaws collided, making a creaking sound. Soon, a dark green soul fire ignited in the eyes of the skull, and then an old voice was heard, which was filled with excitement, joy, and trepidation, and seemed extremely complicated.
"Young Sect Master!"

"Where did you two old bastards escape to? Hurry up and come over here to pick me up!"

Feng Qing'an recalled the tone of voice, manner of speech, and breath of the ghost genius when he spoke.

"Are you okay?"

"Tell me if I'm okay!"

Feng Qing'an's tone was suppressed, like a volcano that was about to erupt. At this moment, he put himself in the shoes of a genius of the ghost path who had escaped from death in a desperate situation.

"Is Lord Aiya still here?"

"Didn't you see what happened to him when you ran away? If he hadn't bought you time, do you think you two old men would have been able to escape?"

"Young Master, we..."

The old voice revealed a bit of embarrassment and fear. They did not fulfill their duties at the critical moment, but instead abandoned the people they were supposed to protect and fled. This is a serious crime no matter which sect or school they belong to.

“Don’t blame me for not giving you a chance. I paid a heavy price to escape, and now I’m badly injured. If you come over now and escort me back, it will be considered as making up for your mistake.

I can spare your death sentence. If you still dare to refuse, you will be sentenced to death. When I return, I will ask my father for help. If my father refuses to help, I will go to find the ancestor. You will see what will happen to you two then."

Under Feng Qing'an's coercion and inducement, the two old guys suddenly panicked. They didn't care whether what Feng Qing'an said at the moment was true or not, and they didn't even verify Feng Qing'an's identity - this was a secret method of communication, and under normal circumstances, no one would have thought that there would be a problem.

"...Young Sect Master, where are you? The red-haired old ghost and I will come to pick you up right now."

"If I don't see you guys within half an hour, you two better run as far away as possible and don't let me catch you."

A sinister voice sounded, and the two old voices quickly responded.

"We will come over now and won't keep you waiting for long."

Feng Qing'an informed his current location, and then stood there quietly waiting. Just after a quarter of an hour, Feng Qing'an saw two mysterious lights with bloody tracks.

"Blood burning method? That's really hard work."

Feng Qing'an immediately smiled, and when the two familiar old figures appeared before him, a chilling and cold aura suddenly gushed out of his body, isolating the heaven and earth and transforming into the underworld...

(End of this chapter)