Cultivation Nerd

What the ghost showed me was both mesmerizing and unsettling—a dark sphere pulsating with movement. The orb was composed of wriggling shadows that stretched and recoiled as if trying to escape their confines. It was like countless souls were trapped within, each pressing against their spherical prison's shadowy barriers.

"What is that?" I asked. "And just to be clear, I'm not going to touch that thing unless I know what it is."

The ghost looked amused as if he were toying with me. He seemed like a bored spirit finally getting the chance to fool around with someone. But despite the amusement in his eyes, he didn't seem inclined to push it further.

Just as he seemed about to say something, his expression shifted to a frown. "Someone dangerous just appeared."

"What?" I asked, trying to gauge whether he was serious or just messing with me.

Dangerous? What could a monstrous ghost like him possibly fear?

"Incarnation," he said as if the word alone explained everything. "A risky move for immortals like us since our souls end up getting crushed due to events orchestrated by the heavens. And just because we're souls doesn't mean we escape heavenly tribulations."

I barely understood what he meant, but it sounded like an immortal could send their soul out and take over another body.

For a moment, I worried he might try something like that with me. But then logic kicked in, calming my nerves. No offense to myself, but my cultivation talent was kind of shitty compared to the best out there. Surely, there were better bodies he could take over.