Mortal: Supreme Being of the Ghost Path

Qin Han's hand remained motionless on the stone door, his magical power flowing in slowly like a trickle.

However, the restriction flowed rapidly across the surface of the stone gate, the dark red patterns appearing as if they were alive, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, with no discernible pattern.

His brows furrowed, and his divine sense swept over the intricate patterns of flow again and again, trying to capture that fleeting weak point.

One incense stick has burned out, two incense sticks have burned out, three incense sticks have burned out…

A serious expression gradually appeared on Qin Han's face.

The restriction was far more mysterious than he had anticipated. Every time he thought he had captured the location of the node, the node would slip away like an eel and move to another location the instant he gathered his magic power. He tried to make a move several times, but he was just a fraction of a second too late.

Xuan Gu hovered to the side, not daring to make a sound to disturb them, and could only wait anxiously.

Qin Han took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and focused intently on the examination.

Time passed slowly, and just as Xuan Gu was about to speak, Qin Han suddenly opened his eyes and, without the slightest hesitation, raised his hand that was pressing on the stone door!

Suddenly, a black and yellow light appeared in his palm. The light was solid and did not disperse. It slowly rotated in his palm, then was compressed and condensed, and finally turned into a sharp nail the thickness of a thumb!

The nail was entirely black and yellow, alternating in color, with a faint, eerie luster shimmering on its surface, exuding a terrifying and murderous aura.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, and even the Xuan Gu, which was floating to the side, felt a heart-palpitating sense of oppression.

Ghostly venom nails!

This technique was a new method that Qin Han had mastered during his seclusion, and it is one of the few offensive spells recorded in the "Demon-Slaying Technique".

This technique can only be practiced by ghost cultivators, and it can only be formed by condensing the purest ghost energy.

His years of arduous cultivation in the Gathering Yin Pool had completely purified the magical power within him, which enabled him to master the technique to a minor degree and successfully perform it.

With a low shout, Qin Han unleashed the "Ghostly Nail" from his palm!

This thing was incredibly fast, too fast for the naked eye to follow, leaving only a faint afterimage in the air.

The next moment, the restrictions on the stone gate suddenly began to flicker wildly, and the patterns on its surface abruptly contracted, as if sensing a deadly threat, desperately coalescing to try to withstand the attack.

However, the moment the light touched the stone door, a faint, almost inaudible "crack" was heard. The restriction layer shattered like a mirror, and cracks spread wildly from the nail tip in all directions, covering the entire stone door in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, the stone gate exploded!

Pebbles flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

But the residual power of the light did not diminish at all, and it went straight through the stone door, breaking a huge stone pillar behind the door that was about half a zhang thick on the spot!

The rubble crashed down, raising a cloud of dust. Shockingly, the black and yellow light did not dissipate. It drew a sharp arc in the air and struck the strange sculpture in the center of the stone chamber.

With a "bang," the sculpture's head exploded on the spot, turning into countless tiny fragments that scattered in all directions.

Only then did the Ghostly Nail finally exhaust its strength, bursting open on the spot and turning into wisps of eerie ghostly energy that lingered in the air and slowly dissipated.

Qin Han stood in front of the door, looking at this scene. He was stunned at first, and then overjoyed. He never expected that the power of the Ghostly Nail would be so terrifying!

This technique is only at a minor level now, and this is the first time he has used it in actual combat.

In that attack, he didn't even use his full strength; he only concentrated his magic power to the level he usually used, yet he still destroyed the special restriction, the stone gate, and the stone pillars and sculptures behind it.

"If one were to master it to a high level, or even perfect it, how terrifying would its power be?" Qin Han imagined this scene, and his heart filled with even greater joy.

Even Xuan Gu, who was standing to the side, was stunned.

He stared wide-eyed at the mess behind the stone gate, his mind reeling.

Unexpectedly, the power of the Ghost Path technique is so domineering!

This is truly extreme when it comes to oneself, and even more extreme when it comes to the enemy.

Even his full-force Yin Demon Slash when he was in the Nascent Soul stage was nothing special.

If this technique were mastered to perfection, its power would probably surpass that of the Yin Demon Slash!

Xuan Gu sighed inwardly, his gaze towards Qin Han now filled with more apprehension and complexity.

If this fiend successfully condenses his Nascent Soul, I'm afraid few will be able to gain an advantage against him in a Nascent Soul duel!

Moreover, if he continues to develop in this way, I'm afraid I'll never have a chance to turn things around, and I might even die at the hands of this wicked star.

Qin Han ignored Xuan Gu's shock, and he had no idea what Xuan Gu was thinking.

With a thought, several mechanical puppets darted into the stone gate and quickly surveyed the stone chamber.

In the images transmitted by the puppet, the stone chamber was empty, with only rubble scattered on the floor, broken stone pillars, and the sculpture with its head smashed.

There was no sign of any living creature, nor any fluctuation of any restrictions or formations.

Qin Han then stepped over the rubble and carefully entered.

But behind the stone gate was an extremely spacious hall.

The hall was hundreds of feet wide, with a towering dome and ancient murals carved on the surrounding walls, their colors so vibrant that they seemed to have remained unchanged for millions of years.

The ground was covered with solid black stone slabs, each polished smooth as a mirror, reflecting the eerie blue glow emanating from the Soul Locking Tower.

In the very center of the hall, a circular altar stood tall, made of an unknown black stone, its surface covered with dense runes, and a strange luster emanated from it.

On the altar, there was a statue in a strange pose.

The statue was entirely black, about three zhang tall, with three heads and eight arms, and a ferocious and terrifying face!

The three heads face three different directions, with the central one having wide-open, angry eyes and protruding fangs.

His left side was slightly lowered, his eyes were half-closed, and his expression was sinister.

The right side of his head was tilted back and howled to the sky, appearing to be in extreme pain.

Each of its eight arms holds a different ritual implement, including a sword, a banner, a bead, and a mudra, each with a unique form, bearing a striking resemblance to the wrathful Vajra of Buddhism.

But at this moment, the central head of the statue had disappeared, leaving only a jagged, broken neck. Scattered around the altar were the very stones that had been shattered by the Ghostly Nail.

The remnant soul of Xuan Gu floated forward, its gaze falling on the eerie statue. Suddenly, its expression changed slightly, and it murmured, "This place... actually enshrines the 'King of the Underworld' from ancient legends?"

Qin Han raised an eyebrow: "Hades?"

Xuan Gu snapped out of his daze and quickly explained, "The Underworld King is a powerful ghost in the legends of the Ghost Path. Since ancient times, there have been legends about the Underworld King and the Heavenly Ghost in the Ghost Path. It is said that the Underworld King is the lord of the netherworld, who commands all ghosts and whose power reaches the heavens. It is the highest realm that Ghost Path cultivators dream of."

He paused, his gaze falling on the statue, a hint of doubt in his voice: "But when I came here last time, I didn't see this. This hall was completely empty, there was nothing there. Now, suddenly, there's this statue, it's really..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning couldn't be clearer.

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