"Jump!"
"All of you damn bastards, jump down quickly for your grandpa!"
Amidst a barrage of curses, seven or eight fierce, half-naked hulking n swung long whips made of human skin, frantically lashing at the crowd before them. The whip shadows danced violently, drawing out bits of flesh and blood.
The crowd at the back, whipped and bleeding, began to push forward in horror. More than a hundred people at the very front stood at the edge of a cliff, re steps from the blood-red abyss below.
The frenzied pushing from behind caused those at the front to lose their footing, tumbling over the edge as if a storm of dumplings had descended from the sky. Screams echoed as they fell into the abyss, instantly swallowed by the blood glare.
These living sacrifices dissolved rapidly into blood and flesh upon entering the blood glare, becoming part of the surrounding blood haze.
Only skeletal forms remained, falling to the depths to beco one with the White Bone Mountain.
Around the White Bone Mountain, eighteen pitch-black banners stood tall. Horrific ghostly creatures road among the bones, eagerly devouring fresh Yin Souls.
At the mountain’s peak stood a blood-red Magic Banner, three stories high. A monstrous spirit ghost with a single horn and indigo face was erging from the banner, voraciously swallowing the surrounding Blood Cloud, seemingly savoring it greatly.
Beneath the blood-red Magic Banner, a white-faced old man with an ethereal air sat cross-legged, eyes closed, his body glowing faintly with a steady, mottling "spectral light" that continuously rged into the horned spirit ghost, growing stronger with the pure ghostly energy within.
At this mont, Zhao Sheng appeared silently beside the white-faced elder, looking over expressionlessly.
With a glance, Zhao Sheng discerned that the man was at a critical juncture in breaking through to Foundation Establishnt. Barring any incidents, he would successfully advance in a few days.
In such a near-End of Dharma era, Ghost God Sect’s "cunning" cultivation thod was quite remarkable to Zhao Sheng.
However, he soon noticed sothing was off. This person seed to be cultivating with ghostly creatures, yet in reality, the ghostly creatures were gradually eroding everything of the host, including spiritual power, flesh, and divine soul.
According to his calculations, this person’s life span was significantly less than a normal Foundation Establishnt Cultivator, and upon death, his divine soul would be devoured by his Lifebound Spirit Ghost, ultimately birthing a more ferocious ghostly creature, also known as a Banner Spirit!
With Zhao Sheng’s insight, it was clear that rather than borrowing ghosts for cultivation, this was more akin to a unique sacrificial refining thod!
The final product of this sacrificial refining was the "Lifebound" Spirit Banner possessed by every Ghost God Sect disciple.
Thinking of this, Zhao Sheng was slightly moved, marveling at the mastermind’s shrewd and malevolent sche.
In this light, the Ghost God Sect was akin to a "sheep pen," and the Tianzhu Realm, a vast pasture. Every so often, soone would co to "shear the wool."
This practice was truly astonishing, beyond profitable, akin to discovering a never-exhausting spirit mine.
At this mont, Zhao Sheng’s curiosity about the Ghost God Sect in the Spring Birth Realm intensified, and he felt an undeniable urge to explore further.
In the next instant, a glint of Divine Light flashed in his eyes, and the white-faced elder vanished into thin air.
At the sa ti, the Blood Cloud pervading the abyss and an array of ghostly creatures were obliterated by the Will Field.
The dark and eerie abyss was purged of filth, sunlight once again illuminating the depths, and ghost banners spontaneously combusted into ashes.
Zhao Sheng reached out and plucked the blood-red Ghost Banner beside him, sealing the horned spirit ghost into the banner’s surface, then stored it in the Suru Space within.
This Ghost Banner had a peculiar thod of refining, worthy of further study and contemplation.
He put it away for future analysis.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
On the cliff, the whip-wielding n inexplicably exploded, flesh and blood scattering. This horrifying scene sent the crowd into a frenzy, screaming and wailing in panic.
By now, Zhao Sheng had vanished from the canyon’s depths, instantly appearing at the center of a grand plaza spanning over a thousand acres, surrounded by majestic palaces.
"Who’s there?!"
"Intruder alert!"
"Heh heh, which living dead fool dared intrude upon our sect’s sacred ground?!"
Zhao Sheng’s arrival imdiately stirred the inner sect disciples guarding the temple and plaza. A horde of ghostly creatures soon soared from all around, baring claws and fangs, targeting the intruder at the plaza’s center.
Zhao Sheng remained calm, a re glance sending an indescribable ripple expanding at light speed.
In an instant, not just the charging ghostly creatures, but also the air, chill winds, dust, fog, and all life within hundreds of miles froze simultaneously, along with countless prohibitions and formations.
At that mont, ti itself seed to halt!
"One, two, three... heh, gathered so conveniently? Saves this old man the trouble of seeking each one out," Zhao Sheng murmured with a wry smile, stepping toward the eastern temple.
With a step, he instantly appeared miles away within a grand golden hall.
Inside the hall, three golden jade platforms hovered, each with an elder donning a golden Magic Robe seated atop.
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