Mortal: Supreme Being of the Ghost Path

Meanwhile, Qin Han walked slowly through the hall, his gaze carefully sweeping over every corner.

He examined every stone wall, every stone slab on the ground, every relief in the corner, and even the dense runes on the altar.

However, the result disappointed him somewhat.

Apart from the eerie statue of Hades, there was nothing particularly special about this hall.

There were no restrictions, no formations, and not even a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation; it seemed to be just an ordinary, empty stone hall.

Xuan Gu's remnant soul hovered to the side. Seeing Qin Han's brows furrow slightly, it quickly spoke up, "Master, when this old servant came here years ago, I also found nothing in this hall. Those precious jade slips and magical treasures are not here."

Qin Han stopped and turned to look at him.

Xuan Gu continued, "There are several secret rooms deep within the hall. Back then, because the corpse energy was too corroding, I only had time to take away the Asura Sacred Fire Refining Method from the first secret room before I left in a hurry."

"Now that the master is a genuine ghost cultivator, the corpse aura here is not only harmless, but also very beneficial. It's a good time to explore it carefully."

Qin Han nodded, his gaze fixed on the depths of the hall.

There, a half-closed stone door can be vaguely seen, but it is unknown where it leads.

He withdrew his gaze, but instead of taking a step immediately, he suddenly stopped, his back to Xuan Gu, his tone calm yet carrying a chilling undertone: "I hope you haven't lied to me. Otherwise, if you anger me, you will have no chance of survival."

Xuan Gu's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly bowed, his voice full of obsequiousness: "This old servant dares not. This old servant is loyal to my master and has no disloyal intentions."

He lowered his head, feeling somewhat troubled.

This wicked star treats me like a formidable enemy day and night, and if I'm not careful, he'll unleash a thunderous attack, not even giving me a chance to catch my breath. He's truly hateful!

But then, Xuan Gu couldn't help but smile bitterly.

No one would trust someone like me, an old fox who has lived for thousands of years.

Without some extreme measures, it would be impossible to control the situation. Thinking about it that way, it's understandable.

However, Qin Han ignored Xuan Gu's thoughts. He had already turned around and walked towards a corner deep inside the hall.

There was a stone door there, but its design was completely different from the one outside. It had no complicated restriction patterns, nor any spiritual light fluctuations; it looked like just an ordinary door.

But according to Xuan Gu, the true core of this cave dwelling lies behind this door.

During his journey, he had already obtained the method to enter other secret chambers from Xuan Gu.

It turned out that the seal on the door was just an ordinary sealing barrier, far less mysterious than the one on the outside, and could be broken with a little effort.

Thinking of this, Qin Han raised his hand and placed it on the stone door.

He snorted coldly, black energy surged in his palm, and he pushed forward suddenly, increasing his magical power supply, making the Soul Locking Tower's halo even brighter.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, the stone door swung open, and an even denser aura of corpse energy surged out from behind it, forming a tangible black-red mist that instantly enveloped Qin Han.

Qin Han took a deep breath, feeling the cold and domineering corpse energy surge into his body. Instead of feeling uncomfortable, he felt completely relaxed.

But then he stepped over the threshold and went inside.

Behind the door was a deep, secluded passageway, its destination unknown.

Every few steps, a fist-sized luminous pearl is embedded in the walls on both sides of the passageway, emitting a faint, cold light that illuminates the path ahead, but the light still appears quite dim!

Qin Han walked slowly forward, the halo released by the Soul Locking Tower swirling around him, intertwining with the cold light of the luminous pearl, illuminating the ancient murals on the walls on both sides.

The murals were exactly the same as those in the hall, depicting countless ghosts, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, as well as that huge, pitch-black figure with a hideous face.

The deeper one goes, the more bizarre the murals become, with more and more ghostly creatures depicted, and the objects painted becoming increasingly grotesque. The huge black shadow, however, becomes clearer and clearer, as if it is about to walk out of the wall.

Qin Han's gaze narrowed slightly, his steps never faltering, as he occasionally released his divine sense to investigate.

At the end of the passageway stood a half-open stone door. Behind the door, a faint, shimmering light could be seen flickering in the darkness.

"arrive."

Xuan Gu's voice sounded from behind, tinged with emotion.

"Master, behind that door is where this old servant discovered the method of refining the Asura Sacred Fire. This old servant only took a small part of what was inside. The rest... because of the special restrictions on it, and because I had never been exposed to the Ghost Path back then, I was unable to break them, so I didn't have time to take them with me."

Qin Han nodded without saying anything more. He raised his hand, and a black mist burst forth, easily shattering the stone door into dust, before walking inside.

The stone chamber was small, only a few feet square, but it was shrouded in a faint spiritual light.

In the spiritual light, several rows of stone shelves were filled with all kinds of jade slips, ancient scrolls, bottles and jars, as well as some fragments of magical artifacts of unknown purpose.

In the corner of the stone chamber, there is a stone bed made of an unidentified black stone. The overall layout resembles a quiet room for rest!

Qin Han's gaze swept across the entire quiet room. Without further hesitation, he raised his hand and waved it. A suction force surged from his palm, drawing all the jade slips, ancient scrolls, and bottles and jars from the stone shelf, which floated densely in front of him.

However, when he tried to probe into it with his divine sense, he found that, just as Xuan Gu had said, every item was covered by a faint sealing restriction, making it impossible to investigate its contents.

Although the restriction was not particularly mysterious, it was extremely tough. Divine senses were easily repelled upon touching it, unable to penetrate even a fraction of it.

"The owner of this cave is certainly cautious."

Qin Han snorted coldly, and with a thought, all the jade slips and ancient scrolls floating in mid-air disappeared into the world inside the cauldron.

Immediately afterwards, he flickered and disappeared into the quiet room as well.

……

With a slight thought, Qin Han manipulated the power of the rules within the cauldron, dismantling all the sealing and restriction on the surfaces of those dozens of treasures.

Those originally incredibly strong restrictions were as fragile as paper in this world, unable to hold on for even a moment before turning into specks of spiritual light and disappearing without a trace.

He then raised his hand and took the first jade slip into his hand, probing it with his divine sense.

After a moment, he frowned slightly, put it down, and picked up the second one.

As he examined each item one by one, Qin Han's expression gradually turned somewhat grim.

The contents recorded in these jade slips were far less valuable than he had imagined.

Most of the boxes were empty, with nothing inside, as if they had been ransacked beforehand.

The few jade slips contained only some common knowledge about the ghost path, such as the classification of yin energy, the characteristics of corpse evil energy, and the ranking of ghosts.

These things might be useful to cultivators who are new to the Ghost Path, but for Qin Han now, they are no different from chicken ribs.

Those volumes of cultivation insights were slightly better, containing some unique insights into ghost magic, which, though simple, were not without their merits.

Qin Han patiently flipped through the pages one by one, silently memorizing the useful parts.

"Just another bunch of ordinary stuff."

Qin Han shook his head, somewhat disappointed. Just as he was about to put down the jade slip in his hand, his gaze suddenly fell on the last jade box floating in front of him.