I logged into the God panel.

【God:???】

[Physical Fitness: 0.67]

Sensitivity: 1.34

【Spirit: 4.05】

[Attribute Points: 0.12]

[Authority: Divine Grace]

[Abilities: 10,000 words (0.5%), Extreme Speed ​​(0.8%), Time Slow (0.09%)]

[Granted: Zhang Youwei: Constitution 0.1 (0.2, already transformed), Lin Shuen: Yin Eye (83%), Longbottom: Crimson King's Gaze (4%)]

[Remaining available slots for the imperial favor: 1]

A thin veil of spirituality enveloped him as Lu Daosheng walked quietly through the spirit world, his eyes meeting nothing but chaotic vortexes of color.

"Three alchemical artifacts can provide me with 0.05 attribute points per day, which adds up to 1.5 per month... not a small amount."

He raised an eyebrow slightly:

"Lin Shuen has only been in the Yin Eye for a short time, and he has already made a 1% progress? My prediction was right. The higher one goes in the extraordinary realm, the faster one's abilities are honed."

While muttering to himself,

Lu Daosheng quietly felt the intense transformation brought about by the 4 points of spiritual power; his own spiritual body had become much more solid.

The range of my mental power has also increased to four hundred meters... In other words, the area I can control in the spirit world has reached four hundred meters.

Unfortunately, even with this growth, Lu Daosheng still couldn't perceive the opportunity or trend of the second spiritual core condensing.

"From this perspective, the gap between lower-ranking fighters, priests, and mid-ranking fighters is larger than I imagined..."

Lu Daosheng exhaled, holding the Spirit Realm Compass, and slowly probed it with his spiritual power according to the method Gagarin had instructed him to do.

A map appeared in my mind—a map of Donghai City, on which I could perceive my own location.

"That's interesting."

Lu Daosheng was astonished, because he found that for every step he took forward in the spirit world, the corresponding point in the real world had retreated hundreds of steps...

The spirit world and reality are not a one-to-one counterpart.

This also explains why it is possible to jump between realms of spirits.

He wandered around the spirit world for the better part of half an hour, but unfortunately, he didn't encounter any other spirit travelers.

They encountered some spirit beings along the way, but they were all weak and underdeveloped, far inferior to the ghosts beside Li Bohe.

"We still have to face reality."

Lu Daosheng took a deep breath. He was currently in a spiritual form... He had never tried walking in reality in a spiritual form before.

Now, why not give it a try?

Upon reaching the location corresponding to the desolate outskirts of Donghai City, Lu Daosheng gathered chaotic colors that formed on his robes and gauze.

He quietly opened the portal to the spirit world.

…………

A pure cemetery.

The female security guard at the cemetery lifted the barrier and let the jeep in. The engine roared, and three burly men jumped out of the jeep.

"No problems today, right?" a man with a long, diagonal scar on his face asked, raising an eyebrow.

"no problem."

The female security guard smiled and spoke:

"It's the middle of nowhere, in a cemetery. What problems could possibly arise? We've done this over a dozen times... and there's never been an accident."

The scarred man nodded:

"Second brother, third brother, get to work!"

The second brother opened the trunk of the jeep and, together with the third brother, lifted out a burlap sack. The sack was wriggling, and someone inside was struggling.

"Here you are."

The scarred man handed a cigar to the female security guard:

"This is the price of a single high-end product imported from the Western Continent."

He made a two-pointer.

The woman's eyes lit up. She sat down on her small stool, casually clicked the mouse, and the paused TV series resumed playing.

She cut off the end of the cigar, smelled it, and exclaimed in admiration:

"Good stuff... Do you have any pine branches?"

"Such fuss over nothing!" the scarred man scoffed, glancing at the soap opera on the computer screen. "What's so interesting about this junk?"

The woman took a puff of her cigar, savoring the rich, mellow flavor in her mouth, and said with delight:

"What do you know?"

She exhaled a puff of thick smoke:

"Have you heard about Lake Deer? Tsk, a nuclear fuel explosion... Clearly, there was a battle between powerful figures at the Limit Breaker level. I wonder what kind of extraordinary disaster it triggered..."

The scarred man shrugged:

"It's good that we're not involved. I just don't understand, where did these extreme athletes come from in Donghai City?"

"Who knows? I guess they came here because of the numbered sealed artifact in the northern suburbs. I suspect the sealed artifact was placed in Deer Lake, which triggered another fight between the two big shots of the fourth tier."

"Perhaps the forbidden zone is related to that sealed artifact?"

As she spoke, the female security guard, with a cigar between two fingers, pointed to the person struggling in the sack in the distance:

"What kind of goods?"

"High-end stuff!"

The scarred man grinned:

"Severe anxiety, dissociative identity disorder, strong spiritual constitution, moderate affinity... she's simply an ideal vessel!"

He took a deep drag on his cigar:

"Although he's a bit old, with this guy as material, we can definitely attract a powerful free spirit..."

As they were talking.

The second and third brothers opened the burlap sack and pulled out an old man with white hair and a weathered appearance. The old man's face was full of terror:

"I...I have money, I can..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"laugh!"

The third brother grabbed a boning knife and slashed it across the old man's neck, causing blood to gush out and splatter into the air.

"Heh...heh heh..." The old man reached out in despair, grasping at something, but his hand finally fell limply to his side.

"Start!" the second brother shouted.

They moved the dying old man onto the altar that had been prepared in advance, gave him an adrenaline injection, then inserted a plastic tube into his cut trachea and turned on the oxygen machine.

Finally, gauze was used to plug the ruptured aorta, and the skin on the chest was cut open to expose the bright red heart that was gradually stopping beating.

The old man was still dying, but more slowly. His consciousness began to fade, and he was in a near-death state, on the border between life and death.

"The vast expanse of wandering spirits..."

"From the underworld, from purgatory, from the abyss!"

"We are calling out, we are shouting!"

Incense and candles were lit, and datura petals were spread around the area. Pure white wooden branches were tied into the shape of a cross and lit together.

The air was slightly scorching, and some of the surrounding flowers and plants suddenly withered and died. The second and third children's hair also smelled burnt.

"It...it's a success?" The scarred man gripped his cigar tightly, watching the sparks at the end of the cigar burst into flames.

"Is it a being from purgatory?"

He murmured.

In the air, the charred smoke and fog coalesced, gathering into a hazy cloud above the withered, dead old man's head.

The hazy, scorched mist began to sprout heads and limbs, and started flowing towards the old man, who was caught between life and death...

"Eternal burning, final ashes, intense and leaping, scorching and pain..."

Faint hymns rose from all around.

"The second tier... no, the third tier of the wandering spirits of purgatory!" The scarred man was overjoyed. Only the spirits of purgatory from the third tier could evoke a faint chant upon their descent!

It actually worked!

It was a success!!

next second.

"Buzz!!"

Under the intense gazes of the four people.

Above the cloud of scorched mist, a rift tore open in the void.

One foot.

A foot covered in thousands of constantly changing and alternating colors stepped out from the crack, landing right on the scorching fog.

"roar!!"

The scorched fog let out a mournful cry, stained with chaotic colors, and fled back to purgatory.

The faint chants that lingered around the cemetery were crushed by low murmurs!

The sound of murmurs echoed in the cemetery.

The owner of that foot, that unknown and mysterious life, slowly emerged from the crack.

Or rather—it came.

The low, muffled murmurs grew louder.

Its features and details were indistinct; the mysterious being that had descended simply floated in the air.

Its entire body was covered in countless colors, and those colors were fading, flowing down...

What the hell!

Lu Daosheng inwardly cried out in alarm.

Upon arriving in the real world, the frenzied spirits remained friendly, but it seemed... he could no longer directly control them!

It's like there's a shackle, a restriction, or like the 'blessing' of the spirit world is gone.

So cold.

The wind is so strong.

The spiritual body seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

Lu Daosheng cried out in alarm, guessing that he had probably made some mistake. Just as he was about to turn back to the spirit world, he caught sight of the scene in the cemetery and saw the old man below who was dying beyond saving.

The old man's empty body... has a strong attraction.

Lu Daosheng also noticed a faint flame clinging to his foot, where he had just stepped on and dispersed a cloud of mist.

Without thinking twice, he followed the pull and crawled into the dead old man's body.

They went in without any hindrance.

The cemetery fell into a deathly silence. The woman stood up from the stool. The scarred man and his two brothers dared not breathe, still stunned and terrified.

"An unknown entity... stomped on and shattered a Purgatory Spirit that could elicit a weak holy chant, likely reaching the third tier!"

The scarred man swallowed hard.

What have we invited?

time flies.

One minute, two minutes.

The old man, who had been sprawled on the ground amidst the petals of the datura flower, suddenly sat up.

The group of people were so frightened that they took two steps back.

The night breeze blows.

To their horror, the old man pulled out the plastic tube that had been inserted into his trachea and tore off the gauze blocking his carotid artery.

He stared in amazement at the blood spurting from his neck and snapped his fingers.

*Smack!*

The severed trachea and artery were forcibly glued together by some unseen force, and the torn skin on the neck was also squeezed together, looking like faint wrinkles.

However, his heartbeat had not yet returned, his blood was gradually stagnating, and the old man's face remained pale.

He stretched, and the next second, to the horror of the four men,

You can see that inside the old man's exposed chest, his lifeless heart seems to be repeatedly squeezed by an invisible force.

It began to throb passively and slowly, and the skin on its chest was forcibly squeezed together by an invisible force.

The old man's face regained its rosy hue.

"thump!"

Four first-tier extraordinary individuals knelt on the ground in the cemetery.

"We... welcome you!" the scarred man said, his voice trembling.

Lu Daosheng did not respond. He looked around, glanced at the bloodstains, sacks, and makeshift altar on the ground, and roughly guessed what was going on.

Uh, some kind of evil ritual?

He suddenly raised an eyebrow, sensing something was amiss.

The panel unfolds before your eyes.

[Temporary host]

[Physical Fitness: 0.81]

Sensitivity: 0.45

【Spirit: 0 (4.05)】

[Ability: None]

[External Force: Infernal Flames (13 strands), Frenzied Spirituality (10 clusters)]