Cultivation Starts from Farming

Crack!

The enormous skeletal body of the Ghost Monarch, struck by the wind-like attack, began to disintegrate silently, like a sand sculpture weathered through millions of years, vanishing inch by inch.

In this way, a Fourth Rank Lower-grade Ghost Monarch fell.

The remaining Ghost Monarchs, however, showed no fear and surged with ghostly energy, engaging in battle again.

For a quick resolution, Xu Ping immediately decided to lend a hand.

With Xu Ping’s abundant mana at the mid-stage Nascent Soul, even just using magic and divine techniques is enough to easily suppress a Tier Four Middle-grade Ghost Monarch.

How could the Main Soul let go of such a golden opportunity?

With demonic claws dancing wildly, and chains straddling the sky, it seized the chance to devour and shred frantically.

The screams of ghosts were incessant, and the ghostly aura dissipated like a tide!

In just a short moment, the remaining five Ghost Monarchs were completely shredded and gobbled up by the Main Soul.

The vast, pure soul power and the source of Yin Sha were absorbed and refined in a frenzy, the entire process like a gluttonous feast, thoroughly satisfying.

"Burp..."

The Main Soul let out a low, satisfied growl, its form became much more solid, and its overwhelming demonic power was peerless.

The pressure it emitted increased significantly.

Xu Ping felt that the terrifying power of the Main Soul was nearly at a critical breaking point, and a satisfied smile finally appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Not bad, not bad, these Ghost Kings and Ghost Monarchs, in a sense, share the same origin with spirits, they are a great nourishment."

"Devouring two more Tier Four Middle-grade Ghost Monarchs, or refining the Nascent Souls of two mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators... this soul of the banner could truly step into the realm of the late-stage Nascent Soul."

"Maybe, within this Ancient Demon Hall, the final breakthrough transformation can be completed."

"It seems coming to this Ancient Demon Hall was indeed a good decision, such a substantial opportunity was encountered right after entering."

At this moment, the Main Soul, which had devoured numerous ghost creatures and was still unsatisfied, suddenly fixated its blood-red, savage eyes on a shadow in a crevice on the edge of the valley.

There, it clearly sensed a... more "delicious" "food" filled with the essence of living beings and the quintessence of Nascent Soul!

"Roar!"

Without any hesitation, the Main Soul transformed into a terrifying black light that tore through space, carrying overwhelming demonic power and endless greed, directly pouncing towards the hidden red-haired Nascent Soul cultivator.

Its speed and might far surpassed before.

"Oh no!"

In the crevice, the red-haired Nascent Soul cultivator felt his soul leave his body, his scalp tingling, drowned in boundless fear and despair instantly.

Faced with this soul-devouring Main Soul that had devoured several Ghost Monarchs, all his concealment means became a joke.

"Evil creature, how dare you!"

At this critical moment, Xu Ping’s voice was icy and penetrating.

Meanwhile, his fingers, hidden within his sleeve, quietly pinched a mysterious dharma seal.

The restriction etched at the deepest core of the Main Soul erupted with a roar.

"Ugh... Ah!"

The huge, ferocious body of the Main Soul abruptly stiffened.

The devil claws that were about to touch the red-haired Nascent Soul were forcibly paused in mid-air.

It let out a piercing, distorted scream, filled with extreme pain.

It wasn’t physical damage but acted directly on the core of its soul body.

The rebound power from the soul contract made its body, composed of pure malicious force and demonic qi, oscillate and distort violently, as if it would collapse in the next second.

The terrifying demonic power receded like a tide, and the suffocating greed and murderous intent were forcibly suppressed back.

In the blood-red eyes of the Main Soul, madness receded, leaving only endless pain and... a hint of renewed fear of Xu Ping.

"Return!"

Xu Ping’s voice was indifferent but carried an undeniable absolute command.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner moved without wind, and the twisted runes on the banner emitted a strong suction power.

The Main Soul let out an unwilling yet fearful low groan, its enormous soul body incontrollably transforming into a twisted black smoke, forcibly sucked back into the banner.

The surface of the banner calmed down, though it seemed even deeper and darker, and the faintly emitted pressure stagnated the air around it.

Xu Ping, emotionless, gestured with his hand, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner shrank, flying back into his sleeve.

In the depths of his eyes, however, a trace of icy sternness flickered.

The Main Soul’s desire for rebound was stronger than anticipated.

If he hadn’t constantly monitored it with his Divine Sense and laid down a double restriction in advance with the "Thousand Mechanism Skill," it might have broken free from part of its constraints.

It seems that on this beast, one cannot afford the slightest neglect, and while enhancing its power, the means of confinement and refining must also be strengthened simultaneously.

On the other side, the red-haired Nascent Soul cultivator, who had narrowly escaped death, gasped for large breaths, his entire clothing soaked with cold sweat.

His complexion was ghastly, and the feeling of facing death just moments ago nearly shattered his dao heart.

He looked incredulously at Xu Ping, this formidable demonic overlord, had actually... restrained that terrifying Main Soul and spared him?

At this moment, the ghostly cries in the valley, after the ravage of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, had subsided significantly; most of the Golden Core-Level Ghost Kings had been devoured, and the few ghostly remnants had long fled deep underground, shivering, not daring to surface again.

The troubling wailing in the valley had diminished a lot, with only the whistling yin wind remaining, adding a touch more of deathly silence.

Xu Ping glanced over this now useless fierce land, not lingering any longer; with a slight movement, he prepared to turn into Escape Light and leave.

The Ancient Demon Hall was only open for a year, extremely urgent. Whether it was searching for higher-grade Moon Shadow Stones to enhance the Soul-Breaking Needle.

Or hunting enough powerful ancient demons to obtain Nirvana Blood, neither was an easy task and time needed to be seized.

"Com...comrade, please wait!"

Just as Xu Ping was about to leave, a voice laced with evident tremors and hesitation suddenly sounded from behind him.