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Using the power of demonic art, Feng Qing’an indiscriminately sifted through all the memories held by the ghost in front of him. Originally, he wanted to find the backing force behind this fellow. If possible, he intended to annihilate them all at once.

After all, if the root of a problem is not removed, it will sprout again with the spring breeze. In order to maintain peace of mind during his Immortal Cultivation, and to prevent random thoughts, Feng Qing’an thought it best to eliminate any potential threats in their infancy.

It’s to avoid future trouble. Even if the chance of Ghost Soul Sect seeking revenge on him is extremely low, they can’t even locate him after all. But he believes in being decisive and not leaving potential dangers behind.

Although Feng Qing’an had the intention of uprooting the problem, he gradually became fascinated by the soul memories of this fellow, reading it with increasing interest.

Because what he saw was not just information about the Ghost Soul Sect, but also the practice process of this young sect leader from the beginning of his cultivation until his death.

All the divine arts and cultivation experiences he mastered, insights and understanding, everything is in front of him, or to be exact, in front of him, the Guardian Beast Master utilizing the power of the demonic art. There was no secret at all.

Even though a mystery technique had been set on his soul, unfortunately, even a mystery technique that can prevent higher-level cultivators from prying, it cannot stop the glare of the demonic art.

Because even the immortal who created the mystery technique, wouldn’t bother to guard against the demonic art. Even if the demonic art acquires the secret divine arts of the human race, it would be useless and they wouldn’t be interested in it anyway.

Moreover, when the demonic art and any being other than them intersect, there are only two results – either you die, or I die — nothing exists that can coexist with the demonic art.

“The power of the demonic art is indeed frightening!”

Feng Qing’an, with the soul of a cultivator who had only practiced to the stage of getting rid of the worldly ties in his hand, stood over the river for three days and three nights. It wasn’t until the golden sun rose again from the mountains, radiating infinite light, that he reluctantly released the power of the demonic art, expressing his heartfelt feelings.

At this moment, he had a kind of confidence. If he were to practice the “Six Yin Netherworld Immortal Scripture”, which is basically the Ghost Soul Sect’s fundamental teaching, he would only need a year to reach the level this young sect leader was at, and could even do better.

After all, he had his physique and now possessed the complete cultivation experience. If he couldn’t be stronger than this guy, then he might as well bury himself in the sand to avoid embarrassment.

Having gained all the cultivation memories of a genius cultivator, and the divine art technique he controlled, Feng Qing’an, at this moment, even felt confident about forming a first-grade golden core. But he didn’t have full confidence, only around fifty percent.

Nevertheless, Feng Qing’an was not in a hurry because he felt as if he had found a shortcut to the Dao – using the power of demonic art as a foundation, he could infer the cultivation experience of other cultivators, their controlled divine arts, and he could gather all the laws to achieve Dao.

“Avoid anxiety, don’t rush.”

Feng Qing’an, who suddenly experienced the wonders of the power of the demonic art, quickly calmed his mind and didn’t let himself become obsessed with it. He even quelled the idea of capturing a few more cultivators to read their soul memories.

Indiscriminately inspecting other people’s memories, especially those of the Great Cultivator who has lived dozens or hundreds of times longer than himself, is by no means a good choice.

Given his current age, if he suddenly gained all the memories of a Yuan Dan cultivator who lived for five hundred years, it would be more of a disaster than a blessing.

His life experience compared to a cultivator who has lived for hundreds of years is too short. His initial emotions, desires, and even understanding of the universe would be twisted as a result.

“Those evil genius cultivators who have great opportunities should be my target.”

Feng Qing’an patted his face and repeatedly warned himself not to abuse the power of the demonic art.

The young master of the Ghost Soul Sect who first made him tastes the benefits of the power of the demonic art, has already lived a full life for an ordinary person.

About a Jiazi, sixty years old, is the end of life for ordinary people. But for a cultivator who has already stepped into the ranks of world detachment, it is almost too young.

However, even so, this genius cultivator who is considered very “young” in the realm of cultivation, his messy life memories still gave Feng Qing’an a certain impact. He needed some time to get rid of this influence.

He found it difficult because he hasn’t lived long enough and experienced enough. Always seeking to probe into others’ memories, it was easy to run into problems.

“Chapter Palace.”

Feng Qing’an, having recovered a bit, looked towards the black palace still being suppressed by the Seven-treasure Gold Crest. After browsing the memory of this little Sect Master, he knew the origin of this palace.

This was discovered when the little Sect Master accidentally stumbled into a secret realm of a fallen sect, unknown to others. It was one of his greatest gains and trump cards. Unfortunately, he met Feng Qing’an, rendering it useless and becoming a gift for his enemies.

This palace named “Chapter” was, as Feng Qing’an initially determined, a palace composed of thousands of magic weapons, serving as a Cross-sea flying boat, tasked with escorting a group of cultivators between two continents.

Having realized this, Feng Qing’an was somewhat surprised before understanding everything.

A Cross-sea flying boat is just a vague concept, not necessarily a long shuttle shaped flying boat, but any magical construction that can sail across the sea and transport over a thousand people at once would be qualified for the title.

“Chapter, come here!”

Feng Qing’an put away the Seven-treasure Gold Crest, spun a magical seal in his hand and called the majestic palace over, rudely stuffing it into his Cave Sky.

This thing was not powered by a single person. The magic power it consumed should be supplied by a group of cultivators, or gathered from a kind of spiritual crystal that can output spiritual Qi steadily like spirit stones and magical objects.

The little Sect Master was extremely selfish, even arrogant. Getting such a colossal object, he didn’t give it to the sect, but chose to hoard it. Facing a powerful enemy, he still foolishly thought he could activate the defensive measures of this palace by himself.

His current predicament had nothing to do with these. It was purely his greed and ignorance that led him to provoke someone he should not have.

“Ghost Soul Sect, three Human Immortals hm.”

As Feng Qing’an sped through the air, his appearance and even his aura began to change subtly.

“I need to plan carefully.”

Because he wanted to uproot a sect guarded by three Human Immortals, he notified Donghuang in advance and didn’t intend to face it alone. When Donghuang learned about this, her response was simple and straightforward.

“Kill!”

“Let me try first.”

When they reached a decision, the fate of the Ghost Soul Sect was already sealed, but how it would unfold, Feng Qing’an wanted to meddle a bit.

Demonic Power isn’t just for peeking into memories and extracting secrets. It can magnify various extreme emotions such as greed, anger, and murder to their extreme, turning normal people into madmen.

This is the true horror of Demonic Power!

“If I fail, you can use the Phoenix Supreme World Shocking Bell to cross realms and descend.”

Although he wanted to experiment with the use of Demonic Power, Feng Qing’an also prepared for the possibility of failure, guaranteeing absolute safety.

“Okay!”

Donghuang agreed with Frost Qing’an’s approach. As long as she sensed danger for him, she would tear through the space and descend directly.

Even across realms, the power inherited from a Daoist artifact can annihilate a Human Immortal. Although it would cost heavily at her current realm to drive the Phoenix Supreme World Shocking Bell to exert its power, since it involved her sister, she didn’t need to care about the cost now.