Mortal: Supreme Being of the Ghost Path

Meanwhile, Qin Han unleashed his full power, and more and more silver snakes were killed on the spot. Corpses littered the ground, and dark green blood pooled on the ice, emitting a strong, foul stench.

Qin Han frowned and walked forward, surrounded by a large swath of dark ghostly mist that firmly protected him.

The silver snakes hissed and lunged forward, but without exception, they were easily repelled by the ghostly mist and could not get close at all.

Wherever the black lines formed by the ghostly mist passed, the silver snakes were killed on the spot in droves.

Qin Han didn't even need to deliberately control it; he only needed to maintain the existence of the ghost mist, and those hair-thin black lines would automatically strangle any living beings that approached.

"That's all there is to it."

Qin Han thought to himself that he had a clear understanding of the strength of this group of demon spirits.

Their individual strength is too weak, and they rely entirely on numbers to win. As a "ghost cultivator," he is precisely the one least afraid of such group attacks.

With just a little manipulation, they can kill as many as come, posing absolutely no threat.

And so, Qin Han leisurely passed through the area where the silver snake was coiled.

Behind him lay a ground littered with snake carcasses and foul-smelling, eerie green bloodstains.

……

Two days later.

Qin Han stopped and looked up ahead.

The sight before him made him furrow his brow.

It was an endless forest of blood-red ice pillars, stretching across the road ahead.

The icicles were blood-red, with a faint dark red sheen on their surface. They rose from the ground, jagged and intertwined, blocking out the sun.

It stretches as far as the eye can see!

"Blood Ice Forest..." Qin Han murmured to himself, his gaze sweeping over the blood-red ice pillars, lost in thought.

After successfully leaving the territory of the group of silver snakes, he encountered a group of tall, ice-blue humanoid ice spirit beasts on his journey.

Those ice spirit beasts are incredibly strong and have thick hides; ordinary spells are like tickles to them.

Qin Han used some methods to kill them one by one.

After that, he traveled a long way through the Xuanjing Road, taking two whole days, before finally arriving near the Blood Ice Forest in front of him.

"According to the description in the original work..."

Qin Han recalled the memories in his mind, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"It was here that Qingyi Jushi encountered the Silver Rat."

The Silverlight Rat is far superior to those little snakes with snow lotuses on their heads!

It should be noted that the previous Star Palace Master paid a great price to master some of the restrictions of the Void Heaven Palace, and the Iron Fire Ants and Silver Light Rats were the strongest restrictions that the Star Palace could control.

Not only are they incredibly fast, but they are also adept at stealth and surprise attacks; a moment's carelessness can lead to being caught off guard.

"From now on, I need to be extra careful," Qin Han silently warned himself.

Although he was quite confident about the trip, he still couldn't be careless.

Moreover, Qin Han looked up at the blood-red forest of ice pillars in front of him, silently calculating the time in his mind.

More than two days have passed since we entered the Mystic Crystal Path, and the day before the teleportation array closes is fast approaching.

According to the original setting, they must pass through this place within three days.

Otherwise, the teleportation array will shut down completely.

At that time, the chances of survival for those trapped in this Xuanjing Path would be extremely slim.

After all, he absolutely did not want to be trapped in another place, from the Ghostly Land to the Ice and Fire Path.

As he was pondering, Qin Han's expression suddenly changed, and he abruptly turned his head to look in a certain direction behind him.

But a faint, almost imperceptible aura was slowly approaching!

The aura was cold and sinister, carrying an inexplicable eeriness. Qin Han frowned, and his figure suddenly flashed, disappearing from the spot.

He hid behind a thick, blood-red ice pillar, completely concealing his aura and even withdrawing his divine sense, staring coldly in the direction of the aura.

Sure enough! A moment later, a figure slowly walked up from the slope in the distance.

The man was wearing a long, jet-black robe, which covered his head completely, making it impossible to see his face.

The wide sleeves of his robe swayed slightly in the cold wind, and his gait was even more unpredictable. He seemed to be walking slowly and unhurriedly, but each step he took seemed to take a long time.

But its speed was actually quite fast, even three points faster than an ordinary cultivator running at full speed!

Qin Han hid behind the ice pillar, his eyes fixed on the figure, his expression changing slightly.

This person's attire is truly bizarre.

It was completely black, without a single blemish, but what Qin Han found even more interesting was that this person was surrounded by a faint ghostly aura!

As a spirit, he was certain that it was neither demonic energy nor spiritual energy, but an extremely pure ghostly energy!

"This person is actually a ghost cultivator?!" Qin Han's pupils contracted slightly, and his mind raced.

Ghost sects in the Chaotic Star Sea are extremely rare. In fact, in the entire human realm, ghost cultivators with names and surnames are extremely rare. Even in the original work, ghost cultivators are extremely mysterious beings.

This person dared to enter the Void Heaven Palace as a ghost cultivator and even dared to walk this Mystic Crystal Path. Either he is exceptionally strong, or he has some extraordinary reliance.

Just as Qin Han was filled with doubt and uncertainty, the man walked up the slope, looked down at the Blood Ice Forest in front of him, and stopped.

He slowly raised his hand, holding a pitch-black pagoda in his palm.

The pagoda was about a foot tall, with seven stories in total. Its surface was covered with faint, eerie black runes, exuding a sinister and ghostly aura.

The man held up the tower with one hand, and a jet-black bead at the top of the tower suddenly began to vibrate and hum.

Immediately afterwards, a layer of eerie blue ghostly energy surged out from the pagoda, enveloping the person.

The protective shield appeared thin, yet it exuded a chilling aura, completely shutting out the biting cold air around it.

"With just a protective shield released by a single magical artifact, one can stroll leisurely through the Xuanjing Path?"

Qin Han was secretly shocked.

He had been walking around this place for two days and knew how powerful the cold was. Even he needed to constantly circulate his magic power to maintain the protective aura in order to protect his physical body.

This person, however, could easily resist the cold air without any effect, simply by relying on the pagoda in his hand.

That pagoda is definitely an extraordinary treasure!

As Qin Han was secretly observing, the black-robed man suddenly froze.

He suddenly turned his head, his gaze turning sinister, and stared straight in the direction where Qin Han was hiding!

Qin Han's heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.

The man's gaze was clearly fixed on his location, not just a general area, but precisely on the ice pillar where he was hiding!

Qin Han held his breath and focused his mind, his expression gradually turning gloomy.

However, the man remained silent for a long time before finally speaking slowly, his voice low and carrying an air of undeniable authority.

"Which fellow cultivator is hiding here? Please show yourself!"