Mortal: Supreme Being of the Ghost Path

Qin Han stood with his hands behind his back on the devastated ruins, feeling the new and immense power within him. However, instead of the expected elation, he felt a profound calm.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the various dangers he had encountered when forming his nascent soul involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

The moment the Soul Core melts away is the most heart-wrenching.

That illusory soul pill floating within his soul was the foundation upon which he had risen from a lonely soul in the Land of Ghosts and Vengeances to where he is today.

As it began to melt from the core, the feeling was like the primordial spirit being torn apart bit by bit, with every wisp of divine consciousness trembling incessantly.

He was not without pain, but the feeling of being stripped from one's very foundation was enough to break the mind of any cultivator.

Fortunately, he pulled through.

Then, the Soul Core within his body transformed into dazzling black light spots, slowly rotating within his dantian.

Each of those points of light contained his life's worth of magical power. They gradually rearranged, condensed, and slowly outlined the rudimentary form of a nascent soul.

This is the second step, but it is also the most mentally taxing.

He needed to keep his divine sense and magical power at their best to guide those scattered points of light one by one to the correct position.

The slightest mistake could undo all the previous efforts!

When the final form of the nascent soul was formed, he had almost exhausted all his divine sense, and his whole being felt as if it had been hollowed out.

However, the real danger lies in the third step.

The Illusion of Inner Demons!

Even now, Qin Han feels a chill run down his spine when he thinks about it.

That illusion was unlike ordinary lustful temptations, nor was it a simple illusion of power; it was a dream tailor-made for him, a dream so perfect it was almost divine.

In the illusion, he climbed step by step from a ghost cultivator despised by the cultivation world to the peak.

He switched to the Ghost Path, condensed his Nascent Soul, transformed into a Deity, transcended tribulations, and ascended to the Immortal Realm. Even there, he was still looked down upon and ostracized, but with the Creation Cauldron and his extraordinary intellect, he carved a bloody path through the Immortal Realm. He became the Supreme Ghost Path Master of the Immortal Realm, commanding all ghosts and wielding the Laws of Reincarnation. Even the highest Dao Ancestors had to bow and pay homage to him.

They could get whatever they wanted!

When he was experiencing his inner demons, he had no idea how much time had passed in the outside world, but in the illusion, he truly experienced countless years.

The feeling of standing at the peak, looking down on all living beings, was so real that he almost forgot who he was and forgot that it was all just a dream woven by his inner demons!

Fortunately, at the very last moment, he, who had already become the supreme being of the ghost path in the illusion, surprisingly sensed a murderous intent that felt like a thorn in his back!

However, at the moment when he was most complacent—after countless years of being the supreme being of the Ghost Path in the illusion—he unusually sensed a murderous intent that felt like a thorn in his back.

Qin Han froze.

Throughout the countless years in the illusion, ever since he ascended to the position of the Supreme Being of the Ghost Path, ruled over all realms, and took control of reincarnation, no one has dared to show him even the slightest hostility.

A murderous intent? That felt so distant and unfamiliar.

But at this moment, the murderous intent was truly present, making him feel a chill run through his body.

Qin Han suddenly turned around and glanced at the source of the murderous intent.

However, behind him was nothing but an endless sea of ​​golden clouds and his majestic Ghost Path Temple.

The murderous intent remained, ever-present and impossible to shake off.

Qin Han closed his eyes and pushed his divine sense to its limit. In the illusion, his divine sense had already covered all the heavens and myriad worlds, reaching everywhere.

The next moment, his divine sense pierced through the clouds, through the temple, and through the celestial realm, actually glimpsing the reality beyond the illusion.

He saw a wisp of dark, remnant soul rushing out from the depths of the earth, heading straight for his back.

The remnant soul had a ferocious face, its eyes filled with greed, and its withered claws reached out to grab at his physical body.

In that instant, Qin Han finally understood.

This killing intent was not the hostility of anyone in the illusion, but a trace of real killing intent projected into the depths of his soul by the remnant soul outside when it attacked him, through an unseen mental connection.

It was precisely because this killing intent did not belong to the illusion that it was out of place with everything around it, and that it was perceived by him, the "invincible" supreme being of the illusion.

Realizing this problem, although the illusion still existed, Qin Han was no longer obsessed with it.

The illusion, like a shattered mirror, collapsed with a deafening roar.

The golden sea of ​​clouds, the majestic temple, and the thousands of ghosts and immortals bowing in submission—all vanished in an instant, turning into countless points of light.

Qin Han opened his eyes and found himself still sitting cross-legged in the place where corpses were raised, while outside, the remnant soul was breaking through the first layer of the formation he had set up.

By this time, Qin Han's back was soaked with cold sweat.

He gazed at the remnant soul that was frantically tearing apart the formation, and instead of feeling annoyed, he felt a strange sense of relief.

After all, without this remnant soul, without its wisp of killing intent penetrating the illusion, he would not have noticed anything amiss, and might have been forever trapped in that endless dream of supreme bliss, until his blood and energy were exhausted and his soul dissipated.

Thinking of this, Qin Han opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

He raised his hand and slowly clenched his fist.

The magical power of a Nascent Soul cultivator surged within his body like a river bursting its banks, utterly unstoppable!

That kind of power is completely different from that of the Core Formation stage; it's a qualitative leap.

If the Core Formation stage is a turbulent river, then the Nascent Soul stage is a vast ocean—deep and expansive, truly unfathomable.

More importantly, his spiritual sense was also greatly enhanced.

Now, with just a thought, he can perceive everything within a radius of hundreds of miles, with perfect clarity and detail.

"This is the Nascent Soul stage..."

Qin Han muttered to himself, carefully sensing the sensation.

A moment later, with a thought, he vanished from the spot.

……

Meanwhile, in the world within the cauldron.

Under the gray sky, Qin Han's figure appeared out of thin air beside the Yin Gathering Pool.

He raised his hand and beckoned, and the grayish-white brocade handkerchief flew out from the depths of the cauldron world, hovering quietly in front of him.

The runes on the surface of the handkerchief continued to slowly swirl, emanating an eerie and ghostly aura, just as before.

The moment he annihilated that remnant soul, he instinctively used the Soul Searching Technique. Now that he has formed a Nascent Soul, using this technique is naturally a piece of cake!

Although most of the remnant soul's memories had already crumbled, he still forcibly extracted some of the most profound ones.

However, it was these scattered fragments that led him to discover an incredible secret.

That is the Demon Corpse Palace, which is extremely famous in the Ghost Path!

Qin Han closed his eyes and pieced together the chaotic fragments of memory in his mind.

The scene flashed by, revealing a magnificent underground palace, eerily quiet and filled with the stench of death.

A huge, completely black coffin, its lid half-open, was empty inside.

A grayish-white handkerchief, exactly the same as the one he had found in the secret room, but exuding an even more ancient aura...

There is another name: Celestial Corpse Master!

These fragments were too scattered to piece together a complete picture, but they were enough for Qin Han to realize one thing.

That grayish-white handkerchief was no accident.

It is highly likely that it has a great connection with the so-called Demon Corpse Palace!