Mortal: Supreme Being of the Ghost Path

Meanwhile, Qin Han found a remote, deserted island in the waters near Qiyuan Island. The island had sparse vegetation and no trace of any cultivators within a hundred miles.

He carved out a temporary cave dwelling inside a secluded mountain on the island, and then took out several array plates purchased from Blackrock City to set up layers of restrictions inside and outside the cave dwelling.

This included various spell arrays such as illusion, concealment, and isolation, layered upon each other to completely conceal the aura of the entire cave.

After doing all this, Qin Han sat cross-legged on the stone platform in the center of the cave, and with a flick of his hand, took out the jade slip that emitted a grayish-white aura.

He then infused his magic power into the jade slip, and with a "hum," the jade slip emitted a low, resonant sound.

Immediately afterwards, wisps of dark light emanated from the surface, spreading like ink in water, enveloping the entire stone chamber in an eerie and sinister atmosphere.

Qin Han stared at the jade slip in his hand and, without hesitation, probed it with his divine sense, carefully reading through it.

The Mysterious Yin Scripture!

This demonic art is extremely famous in the Chaotic Star Sea, possessing considerable power and extraordinary domineering nature. If Qin Han had not switched to the Ghost Path, he might have been tempted by this art.

Unfortunately, he is now a ghost cultivator, and the magic power in his body has long been transformed into yin energy and ghost energy, which is incompatible with the path of this "Mysterious Yin Scripture".

As for the old demon Xuan Gu, he had already mastered this skill to perfection before switching to the Ghost Path, and his foundation was already solid, so naturally he would not be affected.

Thinking of this, Qin Han shook his head, no longer focusing on the main body of the cultivation technique, but instead paying attention to the secret techniques and supernatural abilities recorded within it.

These unorthodox techniques are not restricted by the attributes of cultivation methods, and it is fine to practice or learn from them individually.

For example, the "Shape-Changing Technique" is an extremely exquisite art that can change one's appearance, body shape, and even aura at will.

With the power of magic, one can transform into anyone one has ever seen, making it difficult even for divine sense to distinguish the real from the fake. The only drawback is that one cannot use all of one's magic power.

Qin Han was quite interested in this technique. In the future, when traveling overseas, he would often need to change his appearance, and this technique would come in handy.

He spent half a day studying the cultivation method of the "Transformation Technique" from beginning to end, silently memorizing it, and planning to cultivate this technique as well.

As for the method of refining the Asura Sacred Flame...

Qin Han's gaze narrowed slightly as he studied the text carefully. After a moment, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. It turned out that to refine the Asura Sacred Flame, one did not necessarily need to use the Profound Soul Yin Flame.

Any ghostly fire of the same level as the Profound Soul Yin Fire can be used as the base fire for fusion.

Since Xuan Gu happened to possess the Xuanhun Yin Fire, he naturally prioritized this fire.

"I see……"

Qin Han nodded to himself and continued reading, his brows gradually relaxing.

However, the cultivation method of the Profound Soul Yin Fire was clearly recorded thereafter.

To his surprise, this fire could only be cultivated by those with the body of a ghost cultivator!

It makes sense that the old demon Xuan Gu only cultivated this fire after switching to the ghost path.

Ghostly Flames can only be controlled by cultivators of the Ghostly Path. If one were to forcibly cultivate them with a demonic body, the effects would likely be greatly diminished.

Qin Han took a deep breath and memorized the cultivation steps of the Profound Soul Yin Fire from beginning to end in the jade slip. Then he closed his eyes, regulated his breathing, circulated his magic power, and began to cultivate according to the method recorded on it.

……

Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the cave, Qin Han sat cross-legged, surrounded by a faint black mist.

The mist sometimes condensed and sometimes spread, with a faint, eerie blue light flickering within it.

At this moment, the speed of his internal magical power circulation increased, and a very faint black flame quietly condensed in his dantian.

Although it was just a tiny flame, the extremely cold and eerie aura it exuded was undeniable!

Qin Han did not rush things, but patiently nurtured the flame, allowing it to grow slowly.

……

Meanwhile, more than 10,000 miles away.

A huge island, spanning hundreds of miles, lies quietly on the dark sea.

This island is unlike any other island; there are no blue skies or white clouds in the sky, only dark clouds pressing down from above, shrouding the entire island in gloom.

Occasionally, a dark flash of lightning would streak across the clouds, but there was no thunder, which was extremely eerie!

The island is covered with all sorts of strangely shaped flowers, plants and rocks, some resembling twisted human figures and others like ferocious beast bones, swaying slightly in the eerie wind and emitting low, mournful sounds.

The entire island was filled with an extremely unsettling, eerie atmosphere, as if it were not a place of humankind.

This island is the location of the "Ghost King Sect," a sect of extraterrestrial ghost cultivators.

In the center of the island sits a cluster of palace buildings constructed from massive black stones.

In a quiet room, the walls are like bookshelves, but instead of books, each shelf contains eerie, black candles!

The candles burned with eerie, ghostly flames, their blue light lowering the temperature of the entire quiet room to a terrifyingly low level.

A thin layer of frost had formed on the ground, and a faint white mist permeated the surroundings.

In the very center of the quiet room, an elderly man with a weathered face and a long beard sat cross-legged.

His face was like withered tree bark, covered with wrinkles, with deep-set eyes and dull, lifeless pupils, as if he had been dead for many years.

His robes were large and old, worn for who knows how many years, and exuded a faint smell of decay.

He sat there quietly, motionless, like a dried-up corpse.

In front of this long-bearded old man, a soul lamp was floating.

The soul lamp was completely black, with a hideous ghost head carved on the lamp base. The wick had long since gone out, leaving only a charred mark.

The old man's gaze fell on the extinguished soul lamp, his face terribly gloomy.

But at that moment, a bizarre scene unfolded!

Suddenly, the wick of the lamp, which had long been extinguished, began to twist, as if grasped by an invisible hand, slowly rotating and gradually emitting a faint, eerie light.

"Whoosh—"

The next moment, a ghostly blue flame appeared out of thin air, flickering on the wick.

Within the will-o'-the-wisps, a blurry wisp of mist slowly drifted out, condensing and transforming in mid-air, gradually revealing a young face.

If Qin Han were here, he would definitely recognize at a glance that this face was the Ghost King Sect's young master whom he had killed in the Xuanjing Path of the Void Heaven Palace that day!

At this moment, his face was pale and unreal, with only a wisp of his soul remaining, so weak that it seemed he might dissipate at any moment.

"Father...Father..."

The remnant soul emitted a weak voice, its tone filled with terror and fear.

The old man's pupils suddenly contracted, and his withered hands clenched tightly, followed by a series of cracking sounds.

"What happened?"

His voice was eerily calm, yet it clearly carried a suffocating killing intent.

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