Mortal: Supreme Being of the Ghost Path

Meanwhile, Qin Han, clutching the ancient black slip, stood on the bridge and looked around.

It was empty and silent; there wasn't a single person in sight.

It seems the teleportation is random, and everyone is sent to an independent space.

That's fine too. Qin Han probed the ancient bamboo slip with his divine sense.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them.

It turns out that what was recorded in this ancient bamboo slip was not some kind of martial arts manual, but an ancient ghost-style weapon-refining classic.

It includes dozens of long-lost methods for crafting ghost-based magical artifacts, ranging from low-level magical tools to high-level spiritual artifacts.

What interested Qin Han the most was a replica of a powerful spiritual treasure called the "Yinling White Bone Banner," and its crafting method.

This banner is made from human skulls and bones. Once completed, it can automatically capture people's souls. Any living being that gets close to it, except for the owner of the magical artifact, will be disturbed by the yin energy emanating from the banner. At best, it will cause the person to lose their soul; at worst, it will cause them to faint on the spot and be at the mercy of others.

"My darling..."

Qin Han was secretly amazed.

Although this banner is only a replica, if it can be successfully forged, its power will far surpass that of ordinary magical treasures.

Especially in group battles, once the banner is unleashed, cultivators within a hundred feet radius would likely be unable to even stand, let alone put up any resistance.

The only troublesome thing is that the raw materials for refining this banner must be the remains of cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage or above, so that it can exert a more powerful force.

Even if it is made from the bones of a Core Formation stage cultivator, its power is nothing more than that of an ordinary soul banner.

"I'll study it properly after we leave the Void Heaven Palace." With that thought, Qin Han put the ancient slip into the world within the cauldron and turned his gaze to the other side of the bridge.

……

There, a stone chamber stood quietly, with a long-dimmed teleportation array in the center, emitting a faint spiritual light.

A wondrous illusion!

Qin Han took a deep breath and stepped into the stone chamber.

He had read quite a bit about the wondrous illusionary realm in the original work. This trial doesn't test cultivation level or magical treasures; it only tests one's character.

Those who step into the illusion will have their deepest obsessions stirred up by the illusions, transforming them into an incredibly real illusion.

If one becomes so engrossed in it that one cannot extricate oneself, one will be trapped in the illusion forever until one's lifespan is exhausted.

"My obsession...?"

Qin Han pondered to himself, "I wonder what kind of scene it will conjure up."

As Qin Han stepped into the teleportation array, a flash of white light appeared, and when his consciousness returned to normal, Qin Han found himself standing in a magnificent palace.

The palace soared into the clouds, its entire structure carved from black jade, each piece polished to a mirror-like smoothness, exquisitely detailed.

Inside the hall, there are carved beams and painted rafters, flying eaves and brackets, and nine thick dragon pillars are arranged on both sides. The dragons coiled on the pillars are nine black dragon-shaped monsters with sharp eyes, as if they were alive.

As for the two sides inside the hall, countless ghost cultivators stood in neat rows.

They were dressed in all sorts of clothes, young and old, men and women, but without exception, each of them exuded a powerful and unsettling aura.

Qin Han swept his divine sense across the crowd and was shocked. Among these people, even the weakest one had a deep and profound aura. The former Nascent Soul stage cultivators, who were once the pinnacle of the human realm, seemed like ants in front of them.

"Welcome, Your Excellency!"

Hundreds of ghost cultivators bowed in unison, their voices echoing in the empty hall, causing the surrounding spiritual light to emit a faint, clear resonance.

Seeing this, Qin Han was slightly taken aback.

He looked down and saw that he was wearing a black dragon robe, embroidered with a ferocious nine-clawed demon dragon, whose eyes gleamed with an extremely sharp and cold light, making him look terrifying.

Not only that, Qin Han also discovered that he was wearing a nine-tassel crown, with fine beads hanging from each tassel, which made a crisp clinking sound when they swayed gently.

His entire body emanated a terrifying, world-destroying pressure from the inside out, a pressure so strong that even he himself felt unfamiliar with it.

Qin Han raised his hand and gently clenched his fist.

The air in his palm seemed to be crushed, emitting a low, popping sound.

A terrifying, destructive power surged within him, as if with a mere gesture, he could overturn rivers and seas, move mountains and fill ravines.

"What...level of cultivation is this?"

Qin Han was deeply shocked; he had never felt such immense power before.

Nascent Soul? Deity Transformation? Or...?

No, it's far more than just the Nascent Soul stage. This power has already exceeded the scope of his understanding, as if he were the master of this world, and all things would be born and die in the blink of an eye.

Qin Han was quite pleased with becoming the Supreme Being of the Ghost Path. After a brief hesitation, he turned around and walked to his exclusive "throne" and sat down.

Thus, Qin Han remained immersed in the illusion for a long time, personally experiencing the immense joy of transcending tribulation and ascending to become a ghost immortal with the body of a ghost cultivator.

His men gathered all sorts of beautiful female cultivators from various places for his pleasure...

It even depicts a magnificent scene where the heavens live as long as the earth, and all ghosts come to pay homage!

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Han, who was busy enjoying himself in the illusion, suddenly stopped, and his eyes became clear.

"I'm still in the illusion!"

The thought was like ice water poured over his head, instantly pulling him back to reality from that blissful state of mind.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stopped looking at everything in front of him.

"wake up."

Qin Han silently recited in his heart.

"wake up!"

Just then, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Everything before my eyes shattered instantly, like a mirror. It started from the horizon, and the cracks spread out like a spider web, tearing apart the sky, the earth, the mountains, and the rivers.

Those powerful and respectful ghost cultivators were all reduced to nothingness, and the majestic palace collapsed with a roar, turning into countless specks of light that dissipated into the world.

All sounds vanished in an instant.

Instead, there was a gray, hazy space and an ancient stone gate not far away.

Seeing that he had finally escaped the illusion, Qin Han let out a long breath and found that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

"That was close..."

He secretly rejoiced.

If I had lingered a little longer, I probably would have really gotten hooked.

The illusion was so real that even someone as vigilant as him almost couldn't escape it.

But then again, that feeling of being the only one who matters, with all the ghosts coming to pay homage, is just too wonderful!

Now that he's come to his senses, Qin Han can't help but pay even more attention to the "Extremely Wonderful Illusion." He originally thought that with his temperament, passing through this illusion would be a piece of cake, if not a sure thing.

Who would have thought that I would almost fall into the illusion and lose myself!

Thinking this, Qin Han took a deep breath, stopped worrying, and walked straight toward the stone hall in front of him.

At this time, a dozen or so cultivators had gathered there, most of them in the late or peak stages of Core Formation. Barbarian Beard, Wan Tianming, and others had also arrived there early.

"Finally, we've arrived at the inner sanctum..."

Qin Han murmured to himself, "I've been preparing for this moment for so long!"