Chapter 932: Appearance

The Mortal Realm

“Whoosh!”

Qin Sang guided his palm, and the Nine Nether Demonic Flames enveloped his entire body. He pressed tightly against the canyon wall and squeezed through a crevice.

Upon entering the ghost realm, a bone-chilling cold assailed him. Enveloped by the ghostly mist, Qin Sang’s eyes narrowed slightly.

When he came last time, his vision and spiritual sense were obstructed by the ghostly mist, allowing him to see only a small area around him. The ghost creature had snatched the Flying Yaksha and, relying on its familiarity with the terrain, led him on a wild goose chase, leaving him helpless.

Things were different now. The Skyeye Butterfly’s Skyeye ability could easily penetrate the ghostly mist, revealing everything in exquisite detail.

After a moment of thought, a flash of light appeared between his eyebrows. The Ebony Sword shot out, circled Qin Sang briefly, and then hovered motionlessly above his head. With a flicker of its blade, it split into four sword lights, standing guard.

Qin Sang then activated his movement technique and delved deeper into the ghost realm, preparing to first locate the ghost creature. During his search, he still pretended not to be able to see clearly.

Unexpectedly, he found nothing.

“Is it hiding? Could there be a hidden restriction in this ghost realm that even the Skyeye Butterfly cannot see through?” Qin Sang frowned inwardly.

Not only did he fail to find the ghost, but he also couldn’t find the Flying Yaksha. The ghost realm had boundaries, and there were no obvious hiding places.

“It seems I can only play a waiting game, letting it reveal itself,” Qin Sang mused.

After an unsuccessful search, Qin Sang, without changing his expression, lightly patted his waist. Several fiend corpses, each possessing Foundation Establishment stage strength, leaped out from his Corpse Puppet Bag.

These were all individuals who had foolishly provoked him during his travels in the Rifting Wind Archipelago. The Rifting Wind Archipelago also contained Earth Fiend Yin Veins, so he had conveniently refined a few fiend corpses there.

Qin Sang’s lips moved slightly, and the fiend corpses scattered, while he slowly walked forward.

Before long, chaos erupted in front of Qin Sang. The fiend corpses wreaked havoc everywhere, crushing decayed magical artifacts, knocking down piles of white bones, and startling all the vengeful souls hidden within.

For a moment, wails and howls filled the air, like a night parade of a hundred ghosts.

Qin Sang’s figure flickered repeatedly as he captured each vengeful soul, simultaneously channeling his true essence into his palm to refine them into spiritual silk threads.

There were too many vengeful souls here. Before long, a one-foot-long spiritual silk thread was refined.

At this point, Qin Sang ordered the fiend corpses to stop. He found a clear spot and sat down cross-legged.

He took out a Ten Directions Yama Banner and began to weave a soul banner.

For years, Qin Sang had been pondering what kind of formation to set up with the demonic banners to unleash the full power of the eighteen demonic banners. For this purpose, he frequently studied the ‘Fragmentary Record of Grand Profound Formations’ from the Primordial Mirage Sect.

He later discovered that the formations described in the record were exceedingly profound, with every element interconnected, making it difficult to adapt them for the demonic banners even if he could comprehend them.

Fortunately, his efforts were not in vain.

The issues that had long perplexed Qin Sang were now easily resolved. His understanding of the three demonic banners he possessed deepened, and he truly realized how much effort Grand Ancestor Kuiyin had poured into them.

The Grand Formation of the Ten Directions Yama Banner, created by Grand Ancestor Kuiyin, was not limited to ten banners. Even with more, it could still function, and its power would grow accordingly.

Clearly, Grand Ancestor Kuiyin was ambitious. From the very beginning of refining the demonic banners, he had been considering how to acquire more Nine Nether Demonic Flames.

Qin Sang only needed to follow Grand Ancestor Kuiyin’s methods to refine all eighteen demonic banners. However, his cultivation was still too low, and his spiritual sense and true essence were insufficient. It remained unknown how many banners he could control simultaneously.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a banner pole in one hand and lightly grasping the spiritual silk thread in the other.

The spiritual silk thread seemed weightless, floating gently.

Qin Sang focused intently on both objects.

A moment later, his spiritual sense guided the spiritual silk thread, which slowly drifted towards the banner pole. At the same time, the banner pole emitted a ‘clang,’ and a burst of restriction light erupted, with countless runes appearing.

Qin Sang swiftly performed an incantation, activating the runes on the banner pole to connect with the spiritual silk thread.

He was entirely focused, appearing completely unguarded to the outside world. In reality, he was ready at any moment to activate his Sky Demon Transformation and open the Celestial Corpse Coffin. He believed that as long as the ghost creature wasn’t at the Nascent Soul stage, it couldn’t possibly escape his grasp.

Initially, the two objects did not interact with each other.

As the light on the banner pole grew brighter, the spiritual silk thread suddenly trembled. One end of it actually began to actively wrap itself around the banner pole, merging with the restrictions on it, becoming a single, cohesive whole!

“It’s done!”

Qin Sang felt a surge of joy. Just as he was about to continue activating the restrictions to completely refine the spiritual silk thread, he suddenly felt something, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

“You finally dared to show yourself!”

Qin Sang suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with brilliant light. His gaze, sharp as lightning, pierced through the dense ghostly mist and instantly fixed on a translucent ghost shadow.

The ghost shadow thought it was well-hidden, secretly observing Qin Sang from a distance, but it was discovered by the Skyeye Butterfly the moment it appeared.

All the surrounding vengeful souls had been captured by Qin Sang, making the ghost shadow’s identity obvious.

As expected, the ghost creature had been disturbed by him and couldn’t resist approaching.

“Whoosh!”

Qin Sang swiftly put away the banner pole. A green light surged from his back, and his wings spread wide; he had activated his Sky Demon Transformation without hesitation. Then, alternating flashes of green and red light appeared on his body, instantly unleashing astonishing speed as he lunged directly at the ghost shadow.

The ghost shadow was exceptionally vigilant.

The moment Qin Sang discovered it, it sensed something, leaped backward abruptly, and then transformed into a grayish-white mist similar to the ghostly mist, escaping deeper into the ghost realm.

The ghost shadow moved through the ghostly mist as if in its element. Its flight was completely devoid of ripples or sound, and its speed was incredibly high. Last time, it was this very ability that allowed it to snatch the Flying Yaksha, leaving Qin Sang utterly helpless.

Now, it thought it could escape Qin Sang in the same way, but it quickly realized its miscalculation.

“No wonder I couldn’t find it last time. It’s not that its concealment ability is so clever; it can actually merge with the ghostly mist, making it extremely difficult to detect unless one is a cultivator with exceptionally powerful spiritual sense. Now that the Skyeye Butterfly is tracking you, let’s see where you can run!”

Qin Sang unleashed his full movement technique, pursuing the ghost shadow.

Seeing the opponent’s escape technique and concealment method, he couldn’t help but feel a little surprised.

He wondered how such a ghost creature could have been born in this ghost realm, which was isolated from the outside world.

The ghost shadow, merged with the ghostly mist, darted around like a headless fly.

No matter how it changed direction, Qin Sang relentlessly pursued it.

Although the ghost shadow’s escape speed was fast, it was only slightly better than a peak Core Formation cultivator, far inferior to Qin Sang’s. The distance between them rapidly closed.

Finally, the ghost shadow understood what the problem was. It stopped darting around aimlessly and fled straight towards the depths of the ghost realm.

“Whoosh!”

Qin Sang flashed into view, his gaze sweeping the surroundings before settling on a large mountain of bones below him.

The ghost shadow suddenly vanished.

However, the Skyeye Butterfly had been closely tracking its movements; escaping wouldn’t be so easy.

“No wonder I couldn’t find it earlier. Is there something hidden inside the bones?”

Qin Sang summoned the Ebony Sword. Its sword energy surged fiercely, and he brutally slashed towards the bone mountain.

“Crumble!”

The bones had long since decayed. The sword energy swept through them like a destructive force, slicing down from the mountain peak and piercing through the entire bone mountain.

Countless white bones turned into dust, and the bone mountain collapsed.

Amidst the chaos, a black shadow suddenly burst forth from the bone mountain and charged fiercely. Qin Sang’s eyebrow twitched. Without time to recall the Ebony Sword, he swung his fist to meet the attack.

“Bang!”

The two figures met and instantly separated, seemingly equally matched!