Mortal: Supreme Being of the Ghost Path

Meanwhile, the corpse-evil energy within a radius of hundreds of miles surged wildly towards Qin Han's location, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.

The dark red mist condensed and compressed in mid-air, eventually forming a huge vortex several miles in diameter, which slowly rotated, pulling everything in the world towards its center.

Even the skeletons on the ground were swept up by the vortex and flew in mid-air, making a "crackling" collision sound.

At this moment, Qin Han had already detached from his physical body and was sitting cross-legged directly below the vortex in his soul form, surrounded by a dense aura of corpse energy that was almost solidified.

His body trembled slightly, veins bulged on his forehead, and his face was contorted, clearly indicating that he was experiencing unimaginable pain.

Within the dantian, the illusory golden core finally shattered completely, transforming into countless tiny specks of light that slowly rotated within the dantian.

To be fair, ghost cultivators do have golden cores.

They simply chose a different path of cultivation, using the soul as their foundation and yin energy and ghost energy as their source of power. Their realm classification is no different from that of orthodox cultivators.

Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul... Ghost cultivators must cross each threshold, only the way they cross it is different.

The golden core of a ghost cultivator is not a physical crystal formed by the compression and solidification of spiritual energy like that of a traditional cultivator.

It is a "Soul Pill", existing between the physical and the illusory, formed from extremely pure Yin energy, and suspended at the core of the soul body.

That Soul Pill didn't have the heavy feel of a Golden Pill, but it possessed the same powerful energy and was equally responsible for continuously supplying magical power to the limbs and bones.

During the Core Formation stage, a ghost cultivator's Soul Core is already formed.

When one reaches the Nascent Soul stage, the Soul Core will not "shatter" like a traditional cultivator, but will melt from the core, like a piece of solid ice slowly melting in flames, turning into endless points of light.

Those points of light will re-condense and eventually transform into nascent souls.

A nascent soul connected to a ghost cultivator's soul, half illusory and half real.

At this moment, Qin Han is going through this process, and the nascent nascent soul within his body is gradually taking shape.

But this step is also the most dangerous.

If one is not careful, one's soul will completely dissipate along with the shattering of the golden core, and hundreds of years of cultivation will be destroyed in an instant.

It can be said that every major advancement in a ghost cultivator's cultivation realm is a cruel test of life and death!

Qin Han gritted his teeth and mobilized all the abundant magical power he had accumulated in his dantian over the years, frantically surging it towards those points of light.

His soul was under unimaginable pressure at this moment, as if it would break apart inch by inch at any moment, but he dared not slack off or be distracted in the slightest.

If it succeeds, then no matter how vast the world is, there's nowhere you can't go.

If you fail, your soul will be scattered and your body destroyed!

"ah--!"

With a deafening growl, Qin Han suddenly opened his eyes.

A sharp light flashed in his pale red eyes, and the corpse aura surrounding him completely subsided, surging into his body like a whale swallowing its prey.

The enormous vortex in the sky suddenly stopped.

The next moment, a loud "boom" was heard, and a black and red beam of light, several meters thick, shot up from Qin Han's body and pierced straight into the center of the vortex.

Within that pillar of light, countless runes and markings appeared like moths to a flame, but they burned rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, then vanished, and then reappeared again, endlessly repeating the cycle.

Wherever the beam of light passed, even space itself seemed to tremble and distort, forming a strange black and red halo in the air, rippling with layers of waves, and spreading outwards in all directions from Qin Han as the center!

Wherever the light passed, the ground cracked, rocks collapsed, and the scattered altars of bones turned to dust one after another. Even the aura of corpses that permeated the air was swept away, revealing a vacuum zone that had never existed before.

The corpse-raising grounds, spanning hundreds of miles, trembled violently at this moment, as if the entire earth itself was being shaken.

However, this is just the beginning.

Just then, the huge vortex in the sky suddenly stopped spinning.

Immediately afterwards, a giant hand slowly emerged from the center of the vortex.

The hand was entirely black, its surface wreathed in eerie black energy. Each finger was several meters long, with black flames burning fiercely at the fingertips, radiating a terrifying pressure that made people's breath catch in their throats.

Following closely behind, emerging from the vortex was a gigantic arm.

After the arm comes the shoulder.

Behind his shoulder, a black giant phantom, hundreds of feet tall, slowly rose from the vortex.

The giant's face was indistinct, with only a pair of scarlet eyes coldly surveying everything below.

Its body was translucent, like a condensed ghostly mist, swaying slightly in the cold wind, exuding a terrifying aura that was almost capable of destroying the world!

"Hehehe..."

Suddenly, the giant phantom opened its mouth and let out a sinister laugh.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it shook the entire corpse-raising ground.

As the laughter grew louder and more unrestrained, it eventually transformed into visible waves of sound that spread in all directions.

Wherever the sound waves passed, mountains collapsed, the ground cracked, and the altars that were originally intact were reduced to ruins.

Cracks several meters wide and tens of meters deep spread outwards from where Qin Han was, tearing the entire corpse-raising ground apart like a spider web.

In an instant, rubble fell, dust flew, and the entire earth seemed to let out a painful wail.

The world was a scene of apocalypse.

Qin Han remained seated cross-legged in the very center of the pillar of light, his eyes closed, completely unaware of his surroundings.

He seemed oblivious to the terrifying laughter and the trembling of the earth, completely absorbed in his own world, silently gathering the final moments of his nascent soul.

……

In the heart of this cataclysmic change, unnoticed by anyone, deep within the Corpse-Raising Land, in that untouched underground region, a wisp of a soul, dormant for countless years, is slowly awakening.

It was a dark, broken-down soul, about ten feet tall, with an indistinct face.

It huddled in a hollow deep underground, surrounded by densely packed restrictive runes.

The runes had faded considerably, clearly indicating that they had been eroded over countless years.

But then the remnant soul opened its eyes, which had no pupils and appeared eerily empty.

"This is……"

The remnant soul let out a low, hoarse murmur, the sound extremely sinister, enough to send chills down one's spine.

It slowly raised its head, its gaze piercing through the thick layers of earth, looking at the black giant phantom hundreds of feet tall on the ground, and then landing on Qin Han in the center of the black and red pillar of light.

"Nascent Soul stage? Heh heh heh... or rather, a Ghost Path cultivator..."

The remnant soul twitched slightly a few times, then suddenly let out a sinister low laugh.

"Heaven hasn't forsaken me!" Its body trembled slightly. "Ten thousand years...ten thousand years! I thought I had no hope left in this life, but I never expected...I never expected that someone would actually come to me of their own accord!"

The remnant soul let out a sinister laugh, the sound echoing through the underground cavern and causing the restrictive runes to flicker.

"This person's physique is so compatible with the Ghost Path, even better than I expected... By devouring him, I can cultivate the 'True Ghost Body'!"

The remnant soul abruptly stopped laughing, its cold eyes fixed on Qin Han on the ground, like a hungry wolf eyeing a piece of fat meat.

"At that time, the Heavenly Corpse Inheritance of the Demon Corpse Palace and the great supernatural power of the Withered Reincarnation Technique will reappear in the world!"

With this thought in mind, its body suddenly expanded, transforming into a jet-black stream of light that shot up from the depths of the earth and headed straight for Qin Han!