Mortal: Supreme Being of the Ghost Path

After dealing with the black-robed young master, Qin Han did not encounter any further significant danger.

The latter half of the Blood Ice Forest was surprisingly calm. Occasionally a few scattered silver light rats would dart out, but they were no match for him and were easily dealt with.

After leaving the Blood Ice Forest, the latter half of the Xuanjing Path was flat and unobstructed, with no other obstacles except for the increasingly intense cold.

One day later.

Qin Han stepped out of the Xuanjing Path and the view suddenly opened up before him.

An ancient stone hall appeared before him, empty inside, with only a few thick stone pillars supporting the dome.

Qin Han looked around. At this moment, more than a dozen cultivators had gathered here, most of whom were in the middle or late stages of Core Formation, and there were very few in the early stage of Core Formation.

Qin Han then found a corner, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes to rest.

……

I don't know how much time passed.

Suddenly, the teleportation array in the center of the stone hall lit up with a dazzling white light, runes flowed, and spiritual energy surged.

Qin Han opened his eyes and gazed at the teleportation array not far away.

According to the original description of this place, cultivators who enter it will be randomly sent to one of four passages.

Of the four passages, three lead to a pavilion, each containing treasures left behind by ancient cultivators: ancient artifacts, elixirs, and cultivation techniques.

Each treasure is sealed and restricted, and anyone can only take one. Once obtained, they will be immediately teleported to the next level, "Extreme Illusionary Realm"!

As for the last passage, it leads directly to the next level. Anyone who goes in can only consider themselves unlucky and have come for nothing.

Qin Han took a deep breath and stepped into the teleportation array.

A flash of white light, and when the light faded, Qin Han found himself standing on a white jade staircase.

The stone steps spiral upwards, stretching as far as the eye can see.

The surrounding space was hazy and gray, with only this staircase suspended forlornly, leading to an unknown height.

Without giving it much thought, Qin Han stepped up the stairs.

It took the time it takes to eat a meal to climb the steps, and there was still no end in sight.

The hazy gray spaces on both sides remained unchanged, and Qin Han gradually began to make wild guesses in his mind.

"I wonder if I'll be teleported to Baoguang Pavilion..." With this question in mind, he took a deep breath and continued climbing with a calm expression.

After walking up for about a hundred feet, a glimmer of light finally appeared ahead.

Qin Han's spirits lifted, and he quickened his pace.

As he stepped to the end of the stairs, the sight before him made him pause slightly in surprise.

It turned out to be a bridge!

An exquisitely crafted bridge spans the void, its railings adorned with lifelike carvings of dragons and phoenixes, as if crafted by divine hands.

One end of the bridge connects to the square exit beneath his feet, while the other end leads to a four-cornered pavilion suspended in the center of the void.

The pavilion was over thirty feet tall, with two stories. It was entirely carved from beautiful jade, and it shimmered in the air, like a celestial palace, magnificent and beautiful.

Above the entrance to the pavilion hangs a large golden plaque, about ten feet in size, inscribed with the three ancient characters "Baoguang Pavilion".

Qin Han stood at the bridgehead, not in a hurry to go up.

He released his divine sense and carefully surveyed the area around the pavilion. After confirming that there was no danger, he stepped onto the arched bridge and headed towards Baoguang Pavilion.

……

The moment Qin Han stepped into the attic, he saw a dense array of jade pillars.

Those jade pillars stand one by one in the pavilion, arranged neatly, and there are at least a hundred of them at a glance.

At the top of each jade pillar is an object: jade slips, bamboo slips, and ancient books. They are all different in shape, but without exception, they are all enveloped in a layer of colorful glow, emitting a faint spiritual light.

Seeing this, Qin Han understood that he was lucky again. He just didn't know if what was stored here was a cultivation technique, a pill, or an ancient treasure!

He walked slowly among the jade pillars, his gaze sweeping over the cultivation manuals enveloped in the glow of the sunset.

Some rays of light are as fiery as fire, some as gentle as water, some as sharp as gold, some as heavy as earth, and some as vibrant as wood. Upon closer inspection, they reveal that all five elements are present, and the variety is vast.

However, the more Qin Han looked, the more his brows furrowed.

These techniques, without exception, are all ordinary methods of cultivating the Five Elements.

The five elements (metal, wood, water, fire, earth) are suitable for cultivators with orthodox spiritual roots, but he now cultivates the ghost path, and the magic power in his body has long been transformed into yin energy and ghost energy. These five elements cultivation methods are like chicken ribs to him.

"Did we come all this way for nothing?"

Qin Han couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

He can only take one thing from this Treasure Pavilion. If he just takes a Five Elements Cultivation Manual, it will just gather dust after he leaves, and it will be of no use. It would be a complete waste of the opportunity.

Just as he was feeling down, a thought suddenly flashed through Qin Han's mind.

In the original story, Han Li didn't just wander around the first floor of Baoguang Pavilion; he also went to the second floor and found some good stuff in a hidden room there.

Qin Han's gaze sharpened as he looked up at the corner of the attic.

He leaped into the air and began to observe carefully. Before long, just as in the original story, he discovered a hidden little cubicle!

The space here is much smaller than on the first floor, but it is more refined.

Dozens of ancient bamboo slips floated in mid-air, each supported by a layer of faint rosy light, slowly rotating.

Unlike the martial arts manuals that stood neatly on the jade pillars on the first floor, the ancient scrolls on the second floor were clearly much older and had a more obscure aura.

Qin Han examined them one by one and found several rare Five Elements mutation techniques, which were much stronger than those on the first floor, but they were still useless to him.

Qin Han became increasingly disappointed as he looked around, and was almost about to give up when his gaze suddenly fell on an ancient, completely black bamboo slip in the corner.

The ancient-looking object was about three inches long, with wisps of black ghostly energy rising from its surface, exuding an extremely cold and sinister aura.

"Ghostly aura!" Qin Han's heart skipped a beat.

He walked quickly to the jade pillar and examined it carefully.

The ancient bamboo slips have no written markings on their surface, but the wisps of ghostly aura they exude are undeniable!

Qin Han took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

In this Treasure Pavilion, he could only take one thing, and the ancient book of ghostly arts before him was undoubtedly the only treasure here that would be useful to him.

As for the others, no matter how good they are, he won't need them.

He didn't believe that the Creation Cauldron could reverse the properties of these things. Even if it could, he wouldn't look down on those extremely ordinary and chaotic cultivation techniques.

With that thought in mind, Qin Han no longer hesitated and reached into the layer of black light.

The rosy light trembled slightly. Qin Han grasped the ancient scroll with his five fingers and took it out of the rosy light. In an instant, the surrounding space began to distort and change.

A teleportation force descended instantly, and Qin Han felt a sudden darkness before his eyes. He was swept away by an irresistible force and disappeared from the Treasure Light Pavilion.

After his consciousness returned to normal, Qin Han found himself on the same bridge as before, clutching the ancient black slip in his hand!

Qin Han looked around and, seeing that it was quiet, focused his gaze on the ancient scroll in his hand. Without hesitation, he extended his divine sense and began to probe into it...