A Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Wang Yu’s Rebirth as the Reincarnation Dao Ancestor - Chapter 184

Chapter 180 Ghostly Mist, Sweep, Resentment

Towards Han Li.

As soon as he left the white light shield protection zone, he felt the chilling coldness of the

surroundings. Before he had taken more than a few steps, the grayish-white ghost mist surged in, engulfing him.

“This ghost mist… why does it feel like an accessory of a magical artifact? It seems to possess a life of its own?”

He reached out and caught a wisp, analyzing it briefly, quickly discerning some of the properties of the eerie mist.

“Huh? Such demonic methods.”

“If a mortal were unlucky enough to fall into this ghost mist, they would immediately be entangled by it. In no time, their life essence would be drained, leaving them a withered corpse. Their soul would become part of this ghost mist, falling into the ghost path, from which escape would be impossible.”

Once in the ghost path, there is no right to reincarnation.

After the soul is scattered, there is no possibility of rebirth.

“No wonder the more cultivators who fall, the more dangerous this place becomes.”

“If that bastard Xuan Gu were to cultivate here for over a thousand years, go through three or five Void Heaven Palace dungeons, kill dozens or even hundreds of Core Formation cultivators and some Foundation Establishment cultivators, and transform all their souls into high-level vengeful ghosts, wouldn’t he eventually be able to surround and kill even Nascent Soul stage monsters?”

This place, although not as vast as Luo Hou’s inner space, is definitely a holy land for ghost cultivators.

Walking the ghost path here will definitely be twice as effective.

Han Li quietly condensed a spiritual energy shield, preventing the ghost mist from getting close.

“Let me see where most of the vengeful ghosts in this place are hiding?”

His divine sense spread out, vaguely sweeping across a radius of over thirty miles.

The area he could clearly perceive also reached several miles.

This made a large number of Yin spirits and ghosts nowhere to hide in front of him.

Even ghosts that were extremely well hidden for Core Formation cultivators were all exposed by him.

“Found them.”

Seven or eight miles away, he found several ghosts comparable to those at the Foundation Establishment stage.

The next moment, his figure flashed, and a breath later, he appeared in this area.

However, the vengeful ghosts sensed his presence and rushed towards him.

“Hmph.”

Han Li snorted lightly, and with a flick of his right sword finger, two massive magical hands, each dozens of feet long, appeared from his side and immediately met them.

Before the ghosts could realize the danger, he had already captured these ghostly creatures.

On his shoulder, a small monkey’s eyes were already gleaming.

Its nose was even emitting streams of soul-absorbing yellow light.

In the blink of an eye, several ghosts were swallowed by the Soul-Crying Demon.

“Next place.”

With his divine sense at the Great Cultivator level, he quickly found another target.

This happened more than ten times in a row. The path he took became increasingly remote, but the number of ghosts he captured increased.

A hundred miles away, in a valley.

More than a dozen “Soul-Hooking Flying Spirits” swarmed together, emitting soul-hooking ghostly cries.

The ghostly cries, like a woman’s voice, were high-pitched and low, seemingly broken yet unending, causing immense irritation and unrest.

A single one could endanger a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator and be a major headache for a Core Formation cultivator.

Imagine encountering a whole group at once!

However, the next moment, these ghostly spirits, comparable to high-level cultivators, only wanted to flee, having no desire to encounter the young man before them.

“Did I say you could leave?”

Han Li stood with his hands behind his back, his divine sense materializing into a massive vortex, engulfing the ghostly mist and the dozen or so ghostly spirits. Then, his magical hand relentlessly scooped them up, one, two, three…

each one he caught was fed to the smack-lipped, blissfully satisfied Crying Soul perched on his shoulder.

Once these vengeful spirits were absorbed into the Crying Soul’s belly by its soul-absorbing yellow light, they would be refined within a short time, becoming nourishment for the Crying Soul’s growth.

It’s no exaggeration to say…

Each Foundation Establishment stage vengeful ghost was like a Foundation Establishment stage-level pill to Ti Hun.

It was a minor tonic.

The heavier the Yin energy, the more nourishing it was.

Each high-level vengeful ghost was comparable to a Core Formation stage pill.

It was a major tonic.

After swallowing seven or eight Soul-Hooking Flying Spirits in succession, even Ti Hun felt a bit full.

He subconsciously touched his belly, then let out a small burp, exhaling a ring of small bubbles.

“How is it? Are you full?”

Han Li asked. The remaining few were sealed in pre-prepared soul bottles for other uses.

“Gurgle, gurgle…”

Not yet, not yet, keep going.

“Alright, continue.”

In fact, along the way, he had captured no less than two hundred Foundation Establishment stage Yin spirits and dozens of high-level vengeful ghosts and fed them to Ti Hun. Unexpectedly, Ti Hun, having absorbed so many Yin spirits, only seemed half full.

And the reason he could capture so many?

It was simply because his range of operations was too vast.

Normally…

The cultivators participating in the Void Heaven Palace trial, after being teleported to the first trial, the Ghost Mist Zone, only need to traverse several thousand miles from their initial safe point along any of the multiple paths to reach the final destination.

If there are three paths, there are three possible destinations.

If there are four paths, there are four options.

Following any path will lead to a light screen endpoint.

Once there, the cultivator simply touches the light screen and will be teleported again to a paradise resembling an ink painting.

That is the true safe zone, proof of successful completion.

Originally,

each group of cultivators would experience a different Ghost Mist Zone.

For example, Han Li, Bu Xu, and Wang Ning were in their own separate Ghost Mist Zone.

They only needed to travel from the starting point to the endpoint of their chosen route.

Each group of cultivators was isolated and could not interfere with each other.

However, Han Li, in order to feed the Crying Soul, had already traversed no less than 30,000 miles of Ghost Mist Zone,

passing through four independent Ghost Mist trial areas

and incidentally rescuing two groups.

Three early-stage Core Formation cultivators and one mid-stage Core Formation cultivator in dire straits were deeply grateful to him.

Wherever he went, any vengeful spirits he fancied ended up in the belly of the Crying Soul.

Initially ,

he captured even early-stage Foundation Establishment spirits.

Later, he didn’t bother with those below late-stage Foundation Establishment, not wanting to waste his time.

He only captured high-level ghosts,

such as Soul-Hooking Flying Spirits

and

Ghost Yakshas, especially the vengeful spirits of former Core Formation cultivators.

These were the real treasures for the Crying Soul.

These creatures had accumulated three hundred years of yin energy in the Ghost Mist Zone, making them perfect for the Crying Soul.

“Whoosh…”

With a flash of light, his divine sense spread, and he acted again.

This time, he didn’t rely on his divine sense to capture them, but instead followed Xuan Gu’s memories, finding an old ghost who had lain dormant there and embarked on the path of ghosts.

…

Bu Xu and Zi Ling, who had been closely following him, had long since disappeared.

Their spiritual senses weren’t particularly strong, and their perception wasn’t far enough; they had unknowingly plunged into a gathering place of vengeful spirits.

Here, there were over twenty Foundation Establishment stage vengeful spirits, along with two soul-snatching flying spirits and a three-headed ghost yaksha.

It wasn’t that Han Li hadn’t dealt with them thoroughly along the way, but rather that he couldn’t cover too far.

Some high-level ghosts possess intelligence.

Upon learning of the danger from the lower-level ghosts, they knew to hide and temporarily avoid confrontation.

Vengeful spirits transformed from vengeful souls, though brave, weren’t stupid.

Thus,

when Han Li left,

the two were guided by some intelligent vengeful spirits and plunged into this place.

Under the influence of the soul-snatching ghostly cries, their blood and qi surged, forcing them to divide their attention.

The ghost yaksha was comparable to a high-level demonic beast; a three-headed attack was already quite troublesome for them.

Not to mention the group of cumbersome yin spirits.

However…

Unbeknownst to the two, on a cliff face to the side, a large, fierce cat-like ghost, formed from the spirit of a magical artifact, and a humanoid ghostly figure were watching them intently.

“What do we do, Fellow Daoist Bu?”

Although Wang Ning possessed early-stage Core Formation cultivation and her magical artifacts were quite formidable, she lacked extensive combat experience.

Surrounded, she immediately panicked.

Bu Xu, nearing three hundred years old, had many combat techniques and experience.

However, he alone had already taken on three ghostly yakshas and a soul-snatching flying spirit.

Where was his remaining strength?

“We can’t go on like this; we have to find a way to break through. We’ve made quite a commotion; if we attract other ghosts, it will be even more dangerous.”

The question arose: how to break through?

Wang Ning’s eyes flickered, and she gripped a stone tablet in her hand.

Bu Xu’s eyes also darted away.

Someone had to stay behind to cover their retreat.

But who could stay behind?

…

Tens of thousands of miles away, Han Li

grabbed the soul of an old ghost.

“Trying to possess me? Hmph.”

Soul Search.

After a quick scan of the old ghost’s memories of this ghostly mist area, he tossed it to the little monkey for a meal.

Ti Hun smacked its lips, still wanting more, and looked at Han Li, licking its lips:

“Gurgle, gurgle…”

Master, is there more?

I want more.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re full today.”

An old ghost at the peak of the late Core Formation stage is extremely dangerous to most Core Formation cultivators if not restrained by the Evil-Repelling Divine Lightning. Giving it to Ti Hun only resulted in a small burp.

Actually, he hadn’t initially intended to feed this old ghost to Ti Hun.

He had given the old ghost a chance to voluntarily reveal some information about the Ghostly Mist Area of the Void Heaven Palace.

Unexpectedly, this guy wanted to possess him, who had only revealed his mid-Core Formation cultivation.

In his previous life, he was a Nascent Soul cultivator, but his vital energy was severely damaged, turning him into a ghost cultivator. His strength was at most one or two tenths of what it was when he was alive, yet he wanted to possess a real Nascent Soul cultivator?

He didn’t have the habit of leaving hidden dangers.

Therefore.

After searching the soul, he fed it directly to Ti Hun.

Then,

“Continue.”

From the old ghost, he learned more about the Ghost Mist Zone,

especially the territories of some high-level ghosts and four or five quasi-Ghost Kings comparable to the late Core Formation stage.

“Nearly a hundred high-level fierce ghosts and five quasi-Ghost Kings, little guy, if you don’t advance soon, I’ll have a headache.”

Han Li murmured, stroking Ti Hun’s little head on his shoulder.

“Speaking of which, after I’ve so deliberately swept through the Ghost Mist Zone, will the first level of the Void Heaven Palace return to the low difficulty level of ten thousand years ago?”

Shouldn’t the mid-to-high-level cultivators in the Chaotic Star Sea who are expected to participate in the Void Heaven Palace dungeon thank me?

…

In the ink-painting-like waiting space, Yuan Yao Yanli waited anxiously.

“Senior sister, it’s been four hours already, and my husband…”

Yanli was equally anxious, but she remained calm:

“Junior sister, it’s alright. With my husband’s strength, nothing could have happened to him. We barely had any trouble clearing this mere ghost mist, let alone my husband. Perhaps he encountered some fortuitous event and lingered a little longer.”

My husband is a late-stage Core Formation expert!

How could anything have happened to him?

Meanwhile,

Ziling appeared, her face deathly pale, while Bu Xu, missing an arm, looked ashen.

The two remained silent.

Outside the safe zone to the side, vast swathes of ghost mist surged. Just before the second day was about to end, while many were growing impatient and anxious, Han Li walked in unharmed.

He looked completely calm.

Not a speck of dust touched him.

“Husband!”

The two women were overjoyed to see Han Li. However, they didn’t lose their composure, instead communicating telepathically.

Wang Ning’s eyes flickered slightly, a hint of emotion in them.

Bu Xu was even more direct, glaring at him hatefully.

Having lost an arm and severely depleted of his energy, he was practically crippled.

If he hadn’t been following this man, how could he have ended up like this?

If the three of them had traveled together, they could have looked out for each other, and he and Zi Ling wouldn’t have been in such a perilous situation, nor would he have been ambushed by the Ghost King and lost an arm.

It was all this guy’s fault.

Sensing the malicious gaze, Han Li turned to look, their eyes meeting. Bu Xu instinctively

looked away. Han Li, seeing Bu Xu’s disheveled state, immediately narrowed his eyes.

“What happened to you?”

he asked Wang Ning telepathically.

“We…followed Senior…”

Followed?

“Heh.”

So clever of him.

Sorry for the late update today. Something came up at home, and I was busy all afternoon. I got back around 8 pm and frantically typed out this chapter.

I’ll continue later, but I still need to work hard for tomorrow morning.

*sobs*

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