Mortal: Supreme Being of the Ghost Path

"Is this the cave you were talking about?" Qin Han hovered at the edge of the giant pit, looking down at the bottomless darkness below, his brows furrowed slightly.

The giant crater in front of them was fifty or sixty feet wide, with jagged edges, as if it had been torn apart by some terrifying force.

The pit walls were steep and sheer, the dark brown rock surface covered with a layer of slippery gray moss, emitting a faint stench of decay.

Further down, the light was swallowed by endless darkness, and nothing could be seen. Only chilling gusts of cold air surged from the depths, sending shivers down one's spine.

At this moment, Xuan Gu hovered beside Qin Han and respectfully replied, "Master, at the bottom of this pit lies a winding underground cavern with intricate passages. And at the deepest part of the cavern is the cave dwelling I mentioned earlier."

Qin Han remained silent for a moment, without saying anything more.

With a thought, the Soul-Locking Tower appeared in his palm, and a faint, dark blue aura instantly enveloped him.

At the same time, the Bone Ring also appeared in his other hand, with the forty-nine bone flowers on the ring trembling slightly, as if ready to be unleashed at any moment.

The next moment, his figure blurred, turning into a black mist, and plunged headfirst into the giant pit.

Qin Han's descent was extremely fast.

The sound of whistling wind suddenly filled my ears, and the surroundings were still extremely dark, making it impossible to see anything.

Although the eerie blue glow emanating from the Soul Locking Tower was particularly striking in the darkness, it could only barely illuminate an area of ​​a few feet around it.

After a moment's thought, Qin Han activated his full divine sense, cautiously probing everything around him.

One breath, ten breaths...

After falling for about half the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, I finally felt a solid sensation under my feet.

Qin Han landed steadily and immediately spread his divine sense in all directions.

However, upon examining the surrounding passages with divine sense, it was discovered that they resembled enlarged anthills, winding and interconnected, with some large enough for several people to walk side by side, while others were so small that only one person could squeeze through sideways.

The cave walls were covered with holes of all sizes, leading to who knows where.

The air was filled with a strong aura of corpses, several times denser than the ground!

If an ordinary cultivator stays here for too long, their foundation will likely be damaged, their magical power will become uncontrollable, and they may even lose their minds.

But for Qin Han, this aura actually made him feel somewhat comfortable.

Instead of rushing forward, he raised his hand and gestured.

A flash of black light appeared before them, and several mechanical puppets resembling jackals materialized out of thin air, landing on the ground with a soft "clicking" sound.

These puppets were entirely black, with a faint, eerie aura swirling around their surfaces, and their eyes gleamed with a ghostly green light.

He bought these puppets casually at the auction on Qiyuan Island, and also scavenged a few more from the storage bags of the cultivators he killed. Although their grade was not high, they were perfect for scouting.

"go."

As soon as Qin Han had a thought, the jackal puppets shot out at the same time, moving at great speed and rushing forward along the cave passage.

Qin Han's consciousness was closely connected with them, and wherever the puppets passed, all the scenes were clearly transmitted into his perception.

He followed closely behind, keeping a distance of several dozen feet, keeping a steady pace.

……

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the passage ahead suddenly split into three, forming three forks of similar size.

Qin Han stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing slightly.

But as soon as he had a thought, the jackal puppets automatically split into three groups and disappeared into the three side paths.

Qin Han randomly chose one and stepped inside.

It was another long journey.

The passage seemed endless, always the same: dark, damp, and deathly silent. Occasionally, a few unknown ghostly creatures would flit past, making faint rustling sounds.

However, these ghosts were really weak. They didn't even need Qin Han to make a move before they crashed into the aura on his body and were instantly burned to nothing.

However, as time went on, Qin Han's expression gradually turned somewhat unpleasant.

"Why have we walked for so long and still not found the cave you mentioned?" He stopped, his tone tinged with dissatisfaction.

Xuan Gu's voice quickly rang out, tinged with helplessness: "Master, please calm down. When this old servant entered this place years ago, it took me a long time to find the entrance to that cave by sheer chance."

"These underground passages are extremely complex, and they seem to change every so often. I didn't draw a map back then..."

He paused, his voice lowering even further: "Besides, so much time has passed, I really can't remember the exact route. Back then, it was just luck, a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse..."

Upon hearing this, Qin Han snorted coldly, interrupting Xuan Gu's rambling.

Just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly froze.

It turns out that one of the scattered jackal puppets transmitted an unusual image!

Without saying a word, Qin Han turned and left.

He quickly retraced his steps and returned to the three-way intersection in the blink of an eye.

Without the slightest hesitation, he rushed straight into the leftmost passage.

This time, his escape speed was several times faster than before.

The stone walls on both sides of the passage rushed past, the wind whistled in their ears, and their divine senses, following the puppet's perception, precisely locked onto the route ahead.

Before long, they arrived at the location of the jackal puppet.

Qin Han stood in front of the stone gate, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the mottled, ancient stone door before him.

The stone gate was entirely black, with a smooth, mirror-like surface, yet faint dark red lines flowed slowly beneath the stone, as if it were alive.

The dense lines, like blood vessels, formed a very strange pattern.

Qin Han released his divine sense to probe inside, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea; he couldn't sense any aura behind the door at all.

Just then, Xuan Gu's remnant soul suddenly floated forward, examined it carefully for a moment, and a glint of light flashed in its eyes.

His voice was tinged with excitement, "Behind this door lies the cave I discovered years ago!"

Qin Han raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

Xuan Gu continued, "The restrictions on this door are quite similar to the legendary 'Supreme Mysterious Restriction.' This kind of restriction is extremely mysterious, and ordinary methods simply cannot break it. The most troublesome thing is that it has an extremely strong self-repairing ability."

"If it cannot be defeated in one blow, it will recover to its original state in a very short time, and all previous efforts will be in vain."

Qin Han's gaze sharpened slightly as he turned to look at Xuan Gu: "Do you have a way to break this?"

Xuan Gu pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Break it with force. This is the only way. You can inject your magic power into the stone gate and carefully sense it with your divine sense to find the weakest point in the restriction. Once you find that point, concentrate all your magic power to bombard it, and you may be able to break it in one blow."

He paused, then added, "However, this restriction is constantly changing and shifting, and its weak points are constantly moving. You need to seize that fleeting opportunity; any hesitation will render all your efforts futile."

Qin Han nodded without saying anything more.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand and placed it on the stone door, slowly pouring his magic power into it.

Immediately afterwards, his divine sense surged forth like a tidal wave, meticulously probing every line on the surface of the stone gate...