Chapter 1274 - Soul Battle
The Heavenly Dao Book burst into dazzling brilliance, naturally suppressing the ghost clan. No sinister being could withstand its radiance.
The strongest ghost face reacted at once, letting loose a razor-edged screech that sent chills skittering over the skin. A dense tide of black mist surged toward Liu Wuxie, straining to dam the golden light. That alone proved this ghost face was no ordinary foe.
At the very least, it had lived for countless years and somehow learned of the Ghost Pupils. In the astral domain, few knew of the Eight Divine Pupils; even in the Fleeting Cloud Celestial Realm, only a handful had heard of them. This strongest ghost face must have obtained an inheritance that revealed the Eight Divine Pupils.
Without the Heavenly Dao Book's suppression, the surrounding ghosts closed in rapidly. Ghostly energy rippled around Liu Wuxie like black waves. If that tide sealed him in place, he would lose the ability to resist, and the ghosts could combine their soul energy to forge chains that locked onto his primordial spirit.
Battles against the ghost clan stirred little spectacle, yet the danger was immeasurable. A single misstep meant death without burial.
Liu Wuxie waited, biding his time for an opening. The ghosts, wary, still did not dare draw too near. From afar, the strongest ghost face uttered incoherent sounds—nonsense to Liu Wuxie, but clear communication to the other ghosts.
When the ghosts drew near, an oppressive weight pressed down on Liu Wuxie's soul sea—the raw suppression of massed soul energy. He could withstand one or two ghosts, but the pressure mounted under so many.
Tidal waves of soul force ground against him, compressing his soul sea again and again. Even so, his soul energy already exceeded that of ordinary Origin Conversion cultivators; in anyone else's place, the ghosts would have devoured them by now.
Seeing only a fourth-level Origin Conversion Realm opponent, the ghosts loosened their guard. They soon realized their mistake. Liu Wuxie was nothing like he appeared: his soul energy far surpassed the norm, as a wisp of destiny wove into his soul and ancient laws baptized it. In sheer toughness, even many at the Primal Origin Realm could not compare.
"Soul Spear, die!" he roared. He meant to slaughter them; refining these ghosts would further empower his Ghost Eye. He did not know whether it could evolve into the Ghost Pupils, but he was confident that absorbing them would strengthen it.