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Chapter 104 The Underground Palace [Part 1]

next second.

Wisps of white mist emerged, transforming into a sphere of mist.

It was the mirage energy that accompanied its emergence, and he could clearly sense that his spiritual power had decreased slightly.

Clearly, these mirages are transformed through spiritual power.

Hu Long looked down at the wisp of lipstick in his hand.

It seemed as if he had thought of something.

Reach out and pinch.

puff!

The mist exploded, dissipated, and instantly enveloped his body.

next moment.

After the fog dissipated.

Hu Long raised his hand and looked down to see that his clothes had changed.

His gaze drifted toward the window on one side.

The image reflected above was of a tall, imposing man with an unfamiliar appearance.

next second.

When the fog enveloped him again and he reappeared.

She transformed into a woman with a ponytail and a pretty face.

Subsequently, the image of an elderly man and a young child changed one after another in Hu Long's body.

This also made Hu Long understand the function of the mirage.

It does not directly alter his physical body.

His body remained unchanged.

However, because the mirage covered his body, it was as if he was wearing an outer garment.

Distortion interferes with the judgment of the five senses, which causes changes in appearance.

Master-level makeup skills are simply child's play compared to this ability.

"Excellent, excellent!"

Hu Long was quite satisfied with the result.

With this ability, the safety factor will undoubtedly be greatly improved when trying to kill or rob someone—no, I mean, when hiding one's true identity.

"It's time to get rid of you."

Hu Long turned his head to look to one side.

At this moment, he didn't need to cover his eyes with a red membrane at all; he could clearly see the female ghost in emerald green standing to one side from a third-person perspective.

Compared to before.

He discovered something deeper.

The thing's true form isn't outside, which is why he couldn't kill it.

Because the medium through which this thing exists is within itself.

Hu Long raised his hand and pressed it on the top of his head.

The next second, a wisp of invisible, eerie green light detached from his body.

It was the mark left on him by the Blood Soul Guide that was the key to why he couldn't kill the other party before.

With this mark present, the other party can draw upon his power to be reborn continuously.

The female ghost, who had been standing still, suddenly trembled slightly.

As if sensing the mark leaving the body, the face covered in blood and tears slowly turned around.

"No—no—"

Perhaps due to the enhancement of his soul power, Hu Long was able to hear her voice this time.

No, using "listen" is not accurate.

That's more like a special kind of spiritual perception.

In his perception, the other party was like a flickering candle flame, which he could blow out and completely annihilate at any time if he wanted to.

"Answer my questions, and I might consider sparing your life. Now tell me your background and what you know about the Pure Fire Cult."

Seeing that the other party did not respond, as if he could not hear him, Hu Long tried to transmit his consciousness using mental fluctuations.

Just like what the other person just did.

During the process, he discovered that perhaps because he had digested the mirage pearl, his learning was not difficult after his soul power was enhanced.

I mastered it after only two tries.

As soon as the mental fluctuation was emitted, the female ghost stopped moving.

He stared at Hu Long in shock.

"You—my name is Gong Zhu—"

Perhaps because she hadn't spoken for a long time, she initially stuttered a little, but quickly became fluent.

As she recounted her story, Hu Long gradually pieced together the whole story.

The other party came from two hundred years ago and was a direct descendant of the Gong clan, a middle-class clan.

Years ago, due to revenge from their enemies, most of their clansmen were killed or injured. During their escape, they encountered the Pure Fire Cult.

He was killed for refusing to convert to Christianity.

However, because he had practiced secret martial arts, his corpse became an excellent material for performing evil magic after his death and was burned to ashes.

Until fifty years ago, when the Pure Fire Sect was besieged, her last ashes were stolen.

Then it was used as a raw material for the Blood Soul Induction on Hu Long.

Perhaps it was because two hundred years had passed, or perhaps her soul was incomplete to begin with, but her memories were fragmented and the information she spoke of was incomplete.

He couldn't even remember the secret martial arts he had practiced; he only remembered his identity and how he died. Apart from that, he knew nothing.

"I didn't mean to attack you, it was because of the Blood Soul Guide, I—"

The woman named Gongzhu began to explain.

"It's alright, I'm not a petty person."

Hu Long waved his hand.

"By the way, are you sure you can't remember anything else?"

"Yes, I only remember how I died."

Gongzhu said in a low voice.

Hu Long was silent for a moment, then muttered something to himself.

"That's such a pity—"

He said this to himself; Gong Zhu, in his soul form, couldn't hear it and naturally didn't understand his meaning.

However, seeing Hu Long like this, she had a vague sense of unease.

"I----"

Just as she was about to say something more, she saw a hazy, eerie white mist rise from Hu Long's body, instantly enveloping her.

Like hot oil poured onto snow, Gongzhu let out a piercing scream in an instant.

A moment later, the screams stopped.

As the white mist gradually dissipated, Gong Zhu's figure reappeared in the thin fog.

However, her appearance has completely changed.

The chilling, eerie atmosphere vanished completely, replaced by a young girl dressed in emerald green.

She was very beautiful, with willow-leaf eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips with a light pink tinge.

Her skin was so white it was almost transparent, and the fine blood vessels underneath were faintly visible.

When I see her on a normal day, I can't help but praise her beauty.

She was exactly like a young lady from a wealthy family in ancient times.

However, she just stood there quietly, her figure semi-transparent, her eyes empty and devoid of any vitality.

"Owner."

She bowed slightly as she looked at Hu Long.

Hu Long nodded.

The next second, she disappeared.

At the same time, Hu Long felt that the amount of lip energy he controlled had increased a few more times.

Mirages are adept at manipulating souls.

The figures wandering at the bottom of the sinkhole are proof of this.

Moreover, it can coexist with the soul, controlling the soul while also nourishing itself.

However, this feedback is mainly reflected at the level of mirage, and this amount is far from enough to enhance the soul itself.

Gong Zhu appears to still be alive, but in reality, he is dead.

What remains here is nothing but an empty soul, its self and memories completely erased.

In short, she has become Hu Long's accomplice.

His life was completely bound to hers; in the blink of an eye, she could cause his soul to be scattered.

"Next, I need to stabilize my realm and convert the source value into my own strength."

After all, these methods are only supplementary; the key is one's own martial arts cultivation.

"The Bone Tempering Realm is still too weak; at the very least, one needs to reach the Blood Transformation Realm—"

Although the hidden dangers have been completely resolved, Hu Long has not forgotten that there are still two organizations, the Pure Fire Cult and Black Reef, waiting for him to deal with.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he got up, pushed open the door, and went out.

This is a Gobi Desert.

Yellow sand filled the sky, obscuring the sun.

Five figures stood on a protruding rock, gazing into the distance, their expressions solemn.

Amidst the swirling sandstorm, the outline of a building could be vaguely discerned.

But in the blink of an eye, the building reappeared in another location, elusive and unpredictable, eerie and inexplicable.

"The rumors about this underground palace are true; its location does indeed change over time. Last time it appeared clearly at the Lanlou ruins, a thousand kilometers away, but this time it has somehow moved here—"

The speaker was a young man in his mid-twenties, his eyes fixed on the faintly visible building in the distance.

"Moreover, it is said that it is extremely dangerous inside. If you rashly break in, you may not even know how you died."

"you mean?"

Another bald man frowned.

"Find a few scouts."

The young man said calmly.

"It should be another half month before the underground palace is fully stabilized and appears in the world. Someone has to go and test the waters of this hellish place first."

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As soon as he finished speaking, a voluptuous woman with long, flowing hair and wearing purple sunglasses nodded in agreement.

"That's one way, but since we need exploratory stones, we certainly can't use our own clansmen for such a thing!"

Upon hearing this...

The other two people also nodded slightly, indicating their agreement.

The underground palace is infamous; throughout history, many martial arts practitioners have been wiped out when they entered it.

Even if they join forces, they can't guarantee a foolproof solution.

"Amitabha Buddha, isn't this too cruel? How can we, for our own selfish desires, make innocent people pave the way for us?"

A Buddhist chant was heard.

The one who spoke was a monk in white robes with delicate features and a string of crimson prayer beads around his neck, which stood out conspicuously against the yellow sand.

At this moment, he showed reluctance.

The others seemed unfazed by this situation and said nothing.

Upon seeing this, the young man who had spoken earlier chuckled.

"If the master is unwilling to be involved in this karma, then we will bear the sins ourselves."

"Amitabha."

The white-robed monk shook his head slightly and uttered a Buddhist chant.

But in the end, he didn't say anything more.

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