Mortal: Supreme Being of the Ghost Path

Qin Han was speechless, and even felt a chill run down his spine.

He changed direction, then changed direction again, and then changed direction once more.

He explored almost every possible direction, from east to west, north to south, up to down, left to right.

But every time, that ray of light would appear in front of him without exception.

Not too far, not too close, not too fast, not too slow, as if they had been waiting for him there in advance.

"Is it an illusion?"

The thought flashed through Qin Han's mind.

He closed his eyes and opened his mind wide. When he opened his eyes again, the surrounding seawater, the undercurrents, and even the spiritual light were completely unchanged.

Therefore, it was not an illusion. Or perhaps it was an illusion that he himself could not discern.

Qin Han remained silent for a long time, the halo released by the Soul Locking Tower flickering slightly, reflecting his gloomy and uncertain face.

"If I can't leave... then I guess I'll just have to go and see." He gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind.

Since the ray of light insisted on leading him there, he did as it wished.

Whether it's a blessing or a curse, it's better than being trapped in this desolate sea. At worst, if we encounter danger, we can just hide in the world within the cauldron!

With this in mind, Qin Han took a deep breath, turned around, and fled in the direction of the spiritual light.

As Qin Han drew closer to the spiritual light, he finally saw its true nature.

It was a strange light screen, about half a meter in size, suspended in the underwater currents.

The light curtain is an irregular oval shape, with a faint glow flowing across its surface, occasionally rippling like a small pond with a pebble thrown in.

Behind the curtain, however, there was only darkness; nothing could be seen or perceived.

Qin Han hovered in front of the light screen, scrutinizing it with a serious expression.

He urged his divine sense to probe into the light screen, but found that his divine sense was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, with no response at all.

To go in or not to go in?

Qin Han hesitated for a moment.

"That's enough."

Qin Han gritted his teeth, slowly raised one hand, and touched the light screen.

The moment the fingertip touched the light screen, a tremendous suction force suddenly erupted!

Qin Han felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as he was pulled into the light curtain by an irresistible force. His whole body spun around, and his consciousness blurred, as if he had been thrown into an endless abyss, falling, falling, falling...

……

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Han suddenly opened his eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is a gray, hazy sky, gloomy and misty, with no sun or clouds in sight, only endless gray and white.

It does bear some resemblance to the sky in the world within the cauldron.

He rolled over and sat up, finding himself lying on a barren patch of ground.

The ground was black, hard, and cold, barren of any vegetation.

The air was filled with a putrid smell, mixed with a faint stench of blood.

Qin Han stood up, looked around, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

This place is a wasteland of bones!

Everywhere he looked, there were skeletons. Some were human, some were demonic beasts, and some were strangely shaped and of species he couldn't recognize at all.

The skeletons were piled up together, layer upon layer, densely packed. Some had weathered and crumbled, while others remained intact, their surfaces faintly glowing with spiritual light.

Further away, the outlines of several dilapidated buildings can be vaguely seen, standing crookedly among the skeletons, like the remains of some ancient altar or palace.

A cold wind blew in from all directions, carrying a wailing sound, like the wailing of ghosts.

Qin Han took a deep breath to suppress the shock in his heart.

"Where is this place...?"

He was secretly alarmed, his gaze sweeping over the eerie and terrifying land of bones.

It is worth mentioning that the air here is filled with an extremely dense aura of death and yin energy. For ordinary cultivators, this place is no different from a dangerous place, but for a ghost cultivator like him, this place is more like a "blessed land" in a certain sense.

Qin Han was pondering to himself that the Yin energy here was quite different from that outside when he suddenly frowned and his expression changed slightly.

"wrong!"

He suddenly realized something, closed his eyes, and completely opened his mind to carefully sense every breath in the air.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, a look of shock flashing across his face.

The yin energy here is completely different from the ordinary yin energy and death energy outside.

That aura was even more domineering and violent, as if it carried some kind of will to corrode everything. If an ordinary cultivator inhaled it, at best his meridians would be damaged and his foundation severely weakened, and at worst he would turn into a corpse on the spot and become a madman.

"This is……"

Without hesitation, Qin Han transformed into a streak of black light and soared into the sky.

He hovered in mid-air, looking down at the entire land.

All that could be seen were skeletons scattered everywhere, stretching endlessly, layer upon layer, like a white desert that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Further away, one can vaguely see strangely shaped altars, some round, some square, some high, some low, scattered throughout this land of bones.

The altar was covered with ancient runes, which emitted a faint, eerie glow in the dim light of the sky.

Qin Han's pupils contracted slightly, and a name suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Without the slightest hesitation, a green ball of light flew out from the world within the cauldron, transforming in mid-air into an aged and gloomy face—it was Xuan Gu.

"Sense it for yourself," Qin Han said calmly. "Is this the 'aura of corpses' that permeates this place?"

Xuan Gu was slightly taken aback, then released his divine sense to carefully perceive.

A moment later, his aged face suddenly changed, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, as if confirming something.

After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and spoke with a heavy tone:

"Master, this is the ancient corpse-raising site that this old servant discovered by chance years ago. And the dense fog in the air is indeed the most special and domineering 'corpse aura' among the yin energies."

Qin Han raised an eyebrow slightly and remained silent for a moment.

He had already suspected it, so it wasn't surprising that Xuan Gu confirmed it.

Qin Han nodded, his gaze sweeping over the land of bones. After a moment of contemplation, he suddenly said:

"Take me to the cave where you obtained the method for refining the Asura Sacred Fire."

Xuan Gu was taken aback upon hearing this, then looked troubled and cautiously advised, "Master, that place is too dangerous. In my opinion, it would be better to first use the dense fog and yin energy here to form a Nascent Soul before going to explore."

"You should know that the cave is inhabited by some formidable corpse demons, several of which have even reached the Nascent Soul stage..."

"It's alright."

Qin Han waved his hand, interrupting him.

"Didn't you say that those corpse demons couldn't leave that cave for some reason?"

Xuan Gu nodded: "That's true. Those corpse demons seem to be bound by some kind of restriction, only able to move within the cave's area and unable to leave."

"That's fine then," Qin Han said calmly. "If we really encounter any danger, we can just hide in the world within the cauldron. There's nothing to worry about."

Xuan Gu opened his mouth, wanting to persuade him again, but seeing that Qin Han's expression was already firm, he knew that there was no point in saying anything more.

He sighed and nodded respectfully: "Since Master has made up his mind, this old servant will lead the way."

Qin Han nodded, raised his hand, and took the Xuan Bone into the world of the cauldron, leaving only a faint guiding aura.

It then transformed into a streak of black light and flew off in the direction indicated by the Xuan Bone.