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This is an immortal sutra transformed from the cultivation skill of underworld ghost creatures. Upon its mastery, a human body can transform into a Yin Spirit of the Immortal Way, comparable to Donghuang, but far inferior, as Donghuang is innately born while this becomes an acquired Yin Spirit, ending up in the lower ranks.

A normal cultivator, who is foolish, would turn himself into a Yin Spirit, unless there is no choice. However, it is possible to understand that if one manages to refine himself into a Yang Spirit, that could directly lead to the path of everlasting life, thus it would not be regarded as heresy.

Shed the mortal body!

Cast away the mundane mortal being, and ascend to the Immortal Way!

The cultivation at this realm is much more difficult for Feng Qing’an. Normal cultivators, upon reaching this realm, would face a choice, should they continue being human?

A vast majority of cultivators wouldn’t be able to abandon their human bodies. Hence, in this realm, the cultivation is about practicing divine powers, condensing Talisman’s real seeds. For each divine power real seed cultivated, not only would the magical power increase, but it would also allow rapid casting or greatly reducing consumption through the divine power real seeds.

Still, there are a few cultivators at this realm who choose not to be human anymore. Instead of condensing Talisman’s real seeds, they choose to refine the divine power into their bodies, causing changes in their flesh and blood, and allowing them to use divine power with just a thought and almost no magical power consumption.

Let horns grow on the head, wings out of the back, or even a tail out of the body. Or change their legs into snake or mermaid tails… These are common flesh and blood divine power transformations.

Most cultivators, even if they choose not to be human and choose flesh and blood divine power, would still retain some parts of the human body, with six arms and three heads being considered quite extreme.

And like that young sect leader, who chose flesh and blood divine power transformation, horns, bat wings, scorpion tail – retaining not a hint of human appearance – are extremely rare. That demon-like appearance is his real body cultivated from the mortal-shedding realm, not a spiritual body. His human form is what’s transformed.

This is a transformation that Feng Qing’an cannot accept. He can choose to temporarily forgo being human, but he cannot accept never being human again. The changes brought by the flesh and blood divine transformation are almost irreversible, whether it’s core formation or not, it would impact the cultivator’s body.

Therefore, in this realm of cultivation, the cultivation experiences of the young sect leader cannot be referred to. Feng Qing’an could only choose from the divine powers he mastered or find himself.

After all, this is still a human Immortal Sect. There are quite a few divine cultivation skills for cultivators in the mortal-shedding realm to select from, to cultivate Talisman’s real seeds. However, there are not many that would catch Feng Qing’an’s eye.

“Green Ghost Battle Body”, this is a special physical cultivation skill formed by the combination of six flesh and blood divine powers, including the heart, blood, bone – three internal changes, and horns, wings, tail – three external fleshly derivative divine powers.

This divine power may seem ordinary, but in Ghost Soul Sect, it is a highly confidential transmission that only real disciples can practice, and it is considered mysteriously infinite.

But Feng Qing’an wouldn’t choose it, and in Ghost Soul Sect, there are hardly any comparable to this cultivation skill. However, the problem isn’t serious, he could directly seek Donghuang or even little phoenix Youyou for help.

Precisely due to these reasons, Feng Qing’an’s cultivation in this realm has utterly slowed down. It seemed no different from a tortoise’s pace in his own eyes. Up till now, he has only cultivated two divine powers, condensing two real Talisman seeds.

“Minor Yin-Yang Blood Fiendish Yin Thunder”

“Five Ghosts Soul-falling Wind”

One is a thunder divine power, and one is a wind divine power. Just by their names, they are considerably affiliated with the underworld, which aligns perfectly with his current cultivation skills. Though difficult, this poses no problem for Feng Qing’an, who roughly cultivated one in a month.

He is now pondering over the third divine power, “Five Elements Yin-Fire of Earth’s Extreme True Fire”. He has some initial clues and estimates that he will be able to cultivate it in half a month’s time.

Seeing such speed, anyone would have to be silent. Though these divine powers are brimming with Yin Qi, their might is strong and the difficulty of cultivation indescribable. Feng Qing’an, with the mindset of challenging himself, deliberately selected those with great might but are hard to cultivate.

“Black Mountain, prepare the carriage, I am going to inspect the mountain gate.”

Feng Qing’an, who felt somewhat exhausted from his cultivation practice, gave a shout. Inspecting the sect was one of the few pleasures he had at present. With his cultivation attainment reaching the same realm as the late young sect lord, Feng Qing’an began to wander around Ghost Soul Sect’s mountain gate.

Compared to the former young sect lord, he was just as strong, if not stronger. Apart from “Green Ghost Battle Body”, he knew everything that the young sect lord knew and even the things he didn’t know.

Being in a completely overpowering position, Feng Qing’an naturally did not have to worry about exposure. Moreover, after Jun Yan’s three months of hard work—although this guy was eating while working, he essentially finishing everything that needed to be done.

From the sect master to the elders and the true disciples, and promising inner disciples, all of them had a new perception of him. Their memories had been modified. Unless they encountered a Human Immortal, there should be no issues.

Without anything to do during his idle time, he wandered around the mountain gate to enhance his presence and deepen Jun Yan’s tampered memories.

Even if a disciple suddenly noticed something was amiss, upon comparing his memory with others’, as well as seeing the performance of this “legitimate owner”, he would only doubt himself and not others.

Awooo~

With Feng Qing’an’s call, a surge of Demon Qi instantly rushed out from a bronze palace built on a stable precipice and landed in his palace. The moment it touched the ground, it transformed into a majestic, naturally intimidating black wolf. The heterochromatic eyes, tinged with blue and purple, made it look extraordinarily chilling.

With the movement of the wolf king, beasts of the same kind rushed out from various palaces on the stable cliffs and brought a black chariot, similar to a battle chariot, to Feng Qing’an’s front—this was the ride Feng Qing’an chose for himself, as the blood sedan was too obsolete.

Rumble——

Sixteen bullsized wolf demons, tethered by iron chains, dragged the heavy chariot. Black Yin thunder burst forth from the wheels, spreading the force of the prohibition array etched on it, making this battle chariot as light as a feather. The demon wolf herd hauled it, soaring into the sky.

“Haha, let’s go!”

Feng Qing’an, with Black Mountain, boarded the chariot. The moment he sat down, hordes of Yin soldiers, dressed in black armor and armed with swords and halberds, swarmed out from his body and arrayed themselves at the front and the back of the battle chariot, clearing the path and guarding.

Crack——

The black Yin thunder tore through the sky, under the attentive gaze of many elders and true disciples. An army of Yin soldiers emerged in a large, imposing formation from a black rift exuding a chilling aura of death. The war aura emanated, filling the surroundings. Among the military formation stood a battle chariot pulled by sixteen demonic wolves, unmistakable to the eye.

Upon the battle chariot, a youth brimming with an ominous aura was clad in dark attire and sat with a smile, as if he had come across something delightfully amusing. However, at the sight of this youth, whether the elders or the promising true disciples, all shifted their gaze away, not wanting to attract his attention.

“Hmm, why does no one greet me?”

Seated on the chariot, Feng Qing’an, upon noticing that others were avoiding him and not daring to meet his eyes, was not only unsatisfied, but his face also showed anger, seemingly having forgotten what he’d done in his previous outings.

“These mere true disciples, how dare they disrespect me!”

Guarded by the Yin soldiers and demon beasts, Feng Qing’an, who looked more like an evil cultivator than an actual evil cultivator himself, swept his eyes randomly on the ground in dissatisfaction and instantly found a target.

It was a small hill about a hundred meters high, where green birds were soaring, white deer were nibbling on branches, jade grass and precious flowers were growing, and palaces and towers were covered. The whole place brimmed with spiritual energy and auspicious clouds, making it an excellent paradise for Immortals if it wasn’t located at the foot of the Ghost Soul Sect.

“Should be punished!”

With the cold words falling, the howl of ghost creatures echoed in the horizon. Subsequently, a mighty Yin Wind, following Feng Qing’an’s will, descended from the sky, sweeping towards the hundred-meter-tall Ling Mountain.