Chapter 1082 - Seventh-Level Spirit Profound Realm

Having a small and slender frame, Yin-Faced Ghosts could blend seamlessly into their surroundings, making them nearly impossible to detect.

Liu Wuxie relied solely on his Ghost Eye, eliminating each Yin-Faced Ghost with precise accuracy.

As the battle dragged on, he noticed something unusual. The ghostly energy in the surroundings was pouring into the Ghost Eye. As it consumed the ghostly energy, it seemed to be evolving, growing stronger with every intake.

Liu Wuxie was startled. He began to wonder—was the Ghost Eye a martial technique originating from the ghost clan?

In his previous life, Liu Wuxie had never practiced the Ghost Eye after obtaining it. He had never fully realized its potential.

When he cultivated the Soul Forging Art, it triggered a mutation in the Ghost Eye. He wasn't sure whether this change was a blessing or a curse, but for now, he allowed it to continue absorbing ghostly energy.

After all, he had been maintaining the Ghost Eye since entering the forest, and it had drained an immense amount of soul energy from him.

While the Ghost Eye was growing stronger, its soul energy consumption was becoming lower and lower. Its soul energy consumption was now drastically lower compared to before. For Liu Wuxie, this was an unexpected boon.

Since the soul energy consumption had been drastically reduced, why would he stop using the Ghost Eye when he could enjoy the lower soul energy cost and strengthen it further by absorbing more ghostly energy?

Liu Wuxie's vision became even clearer. As his Ghost Eye became even stronger, his field of sight extended further than ever before.

A multicolored world unfolded before his eyes. He saw black ghost fog, blue murky spiritual energy, brown abyssal energy, and ink-green ghostly energy all layered across the atmosphere.

To his surprise, the Ghost Eye could now distinguish between the surrounding laws and energies.

When the Heretic Blade returned to his hand, Liu Wuxie didn't immediately strike again. Instead, he summoned the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron and began absorbing the surrounding ghostly energy to test whether he could refine it.

After all, his desolate world was vast and all-encompassing. Since it could absorb abyssal energy, there was no reason it couldn't absorb ghostly energy as well.

As soon as Liu Wuxie channeled the ghostly energy into the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron, demonic flames roared to life. Liu Wuxie activated the cauldron, and the cauldron began refining the ghostly energy, converting it into an ink-green liquid.

Without hesitation, Liu Wuxie poured it into the desolate world.

When the liquefied ghostly energy was poured in, the desolate world trembled and split open.

The desolate world began forming a new realm.

Terrifying ghostly energy swept out like a tidal wave, forging an eerie, bottomless expanse at the depths of the desolate world. It resembled an ancient forest, one that sent chills down the spine.

"It worked!" Liu Wuxie exclaimed, his eyes glowing with excitement.

He knew that this could be his chance to make a breakthrough into the seventh level of the Spirit Profound Realm.

The birth of a new realm could serve as the catalyst for this breakthrough.

He didn't hesitate to act on the opportunity. The Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron could devour everything, and his desolate world could assimilate all.

As if in response, the Heavenly Dao Book unfolded. A new sequence of characters appeared—ghost runes.

These ghost runes appeared, further stabilizing the desolate world. Within this universe-like space, the Heavenly Dao Book acted like a deity, while the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron served as a cosmic orbit guiding all things.

"Brother Liu, what are you doing?" Tian Wucang asked, his face etched with shock as he retrieved his spear.

Cultivators knew ghostly energy for its corrosive nature. For humans, it was impossible to refine. The same applied to the ghost clan, only in reverse. They couldn't absorb spiritual energy as humans did.

For the ghost clan, spiritual energy was lethal. Absorbing it would instantly kill them, which explained why ghost clans rarely entered the human world.

Likewise, few ever saw humans within ghost territory.

The Yin-Faced Ghosts were among the lowest caste of the ghost clan, but the more powerful ghost races rivaled humanity in both martial prowess and civilization.

Just as the Human, Buddhist, and Dragon Realms existed among the three thousand worlds, so too did the Ghost Realm.

"Brother Tian, don't worry. I have my plans," Liu Wuxie replied calmly, offering no explanation.

He summoned the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron again, commanding it to devour the surrounding ghost fog. The cauldron devoured the fog, visibly thinning it with every passing moment.

As the ghost fog thinned, the sky and terrain around them gradually became clear.

When the ghost fog vanished, the Yin-Faced Ghosts had nowhere left to hide.

With a flick of his finger, Liu Wuxie unleashed blasts of frost energy, each strike claiming the life of a Yin-Faced Ghost.

As more ghostly energy surged into his body, the ghostly energy widened the rift within the desolate world. At the same time, waves of true essence rushed through his meridians, and the gateway to the seventh-level Spirit Profound Realm began to take shape.

As he had hoped, refining ghostly energy proved to be the key to his breakthrough.

The desolate world slowed its growth. Without a new race or energy to fuse, it would stagnate.

The next instant, Liu Wuxie's aura exploded. He shattered tens of thousands of supreme-grade spirit stones in unison, and their energy rushed into him like a deluge to fuel his final push.

Deep within the desolate world, Liu Wuxie's planted vein released radiant energy, nurturing the soil and causing plants, trees, and flowers to bloom with vitality.

As he circulated the Desolate Devouring Art, the surrounding space collapsed under the suction force.

Tian Wucang could no longer put into words what he was witnessing. While most people would be helpless before Yin-Faced Ghosts, Liu Wuxie was absorbing their ghostly energy to cultivate.

He couldn't begin to guess what kind of monster Liu Wuxie truly was.

The speed of devouring hastened; a breakthrough was imminent. Liu Wuxie could sense the presence of a Ghost King lurking nearby, biding its time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Meanwhile, several cultivators who had managed to shake off the Yin-Faced Ghosts continued their advance, and their murderous intent was fixed on Liu Wuxie.

"Now!" Liu Wuxie roared.

His aura surged as he broke through the final barrier, bursting open the gateway to the seventh-level Spirit Profound Realm.

Ten thousand supreme-grade spirit stones burst into a torrent of liquid spiritual energy, flooding his body like a river of light. A suffocating pressure radiated from him, crashing outward like a tidal wave.

Tian Wucang, standing not far away, staggered under the overwhelming force and was nearly sent flying away. Terrifying shockwaves spread out, and the Ghost Eye within Liu Wuxie pulsed violently; halos formed in his field of vision as well.

Something felt off.

His surroundings grew indistinct as his vision grew blurry. However, he had no time to investigate; he had to complete the breakthrough.

As his soul energy surged, it roared like a tidal wave within his soul sea. The divine force from the two divine gates gushed forth, flooding his meridians. His cultivation, divine force, and mastery over the laws of the dao grew without limit.

......

At the exact moment, from afar, a green-furred Yin-Faced Ghost stepped from the shadows. Its gaze locked onto Liu Wuxie.

"How interesting... absorbing ghostly energy to cultivate. His body must contain secrets the ghost clan can use. We must capture him alive," the ghost said, its voice razor-thin and chilling, but unmistakably human language.

Countless Yin-Faced Ghosts swarmed around the Ghost King, forming a grotesque mound of shadows.

"Capture him alive!" the Ghost King commanded.

In an instant, the swarm of Yin-Faced Ghosts vanished from sight, streaking toward Liu Wuxie like phantoms.

......

Fifteen minutes later, Liu Wuxie finally made a breakthrough, firmly stepping onto the pinnacle of the seventh-level Spirit Profound Realm.

However, he didn't move right away. He shut his eyes, focusing inward to sense the changes in both his cultivation and the Ghost Eye. Suddenly, the world around him grew murky as his senses dimmed.

Something was wrong here.

He projected his consciousness into his soul sea to inspect the Ghost Eye. To his surprise, the Ghost Eye had fused directly with his soul sea. It was no longer just an external technique; it had become a part of him, a natural ability embedded in his essence.

"What's happening? Why is the Ghost Eye shrinking?" Liu Wuxie muttered, alarmed as he watched it compress.

Whenever he tried to activate it, his meridians would twist, and his vision would distort. Even without using it, he could still see his surroundings, just not with the clarity and insight Ghost Eye once provided.

Even after a thorough inspection, Liu Wuxie couldn't determine the reason behind it. He withdrew his consciousness just in time to sense a wave of Yin-Faced Ghosts closing in from all directions.

If he couldn't rely on the Ghost Eye, he had to fight using only his strength.

The ground trembled violently as Yin-Faced Ghosts converged on him from all directions.

Tian Wucang gripped his spear tightly; beaded sweat formed all over his forehead.

"We'll have to fight our way out!" Liu Wuxie declared.

He had no intention of wasting more time here. The ghostly energy had already served its purpose, and with the Ghost Realm established in the desolate world, further absorption would yield little benefit.

The desolate world had become his core foundation. The Abyssal and Ghost Realms were minor realms orbiting within it, unable to rival its vastness.

If the Ghost Eye grew too large or too independent, it could disrupt the balance of the entire desolate world.

Even without the Ghost Eye, Liu Wuxie saw the Yin-Faced Ghosts making a beeline for them. This time, they didn't bother hiding. They charged straight ahead, openly intent on capturing him alive.

Witnessing the overwhelming swarm of Yin-Faced Ghosts, Tian Wucang froze. Faced with such a crushing number of enemies, resistance seemed meaningless.

Liu Wuxie knew that, too. There was no way they could kill that many Yin-Faced Ghosts. But did they think that this was all he had to offer?

Just then, the Light Talisman in his left hand ignited and shot into the sky.

"Get lost!" he shouted.

The next instant, the Light Talisman detonated into a radiant column of divine brilliance, flooding the entire area with dazzling light.

A blinding light flooded the pitch-black forest, forcing daylight upon the night. Even cultivators miles away could see it.

"Liu Wuxie is over there!" someone yelled.

Up until now, the pursuit had remained scattered and chaotic. Many cultivators lost their way, wandered like headless flies, and some even fell into hidden swamps, suffering a tragic death.

But now, aside from the Yin-Faced Ghosts, waves of human cultivators began converging on Liu Wuxie's position. The divine light sliced through the ghost fog, illuminating the cursed land.

Tian Wucang stood stunned, unable to speak. He could never have imagined that Liu Wuxie would use such a heaven-defying spiritual talisman.

The charging Yin-Faced Ghosts screamed as they came to a halt and writhed in pain. The Light Talisman couldn't destroy them outright, but the searing light burned them, making them feel as if they were being roasted alive.

Light energy was no different from fire for the Yin-Faced Ghosts. Their flesh was charred and blackened, as if they were scorched.

A portion of the ghosts fled underground, burrowing beneath the surface to escape the blinding light. Yet even from below, they continued their relentless pursuit of Liu Wuxie.

"We're leaving!" Liu Wuxie shouted, seizing Tian Wucang and vanishing into the forest.

As soon as they disappeared, a Heaven Profound Realm expert unleashed a terrifying wave of aura that carried with it an unstoppable force as it swept across the forest from afar.