Cultivation Starts from Farming

The deeper they went, the more concentrated and pure the surrounding yin ghostly energy became, even condensing into icy dew on their robes, emitting a faint sizzling corrosion sound.

Zhang Shuo’s face was tense as he focused all his strength on the compass, beads of sweat faintly visible on his forehead.

Xu Ping, however, remained calm and steady, his blood and qi subtly circulating beneath his dark robes, dissolving the invasive yin energy effortlessly.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn later.

The mist ahead suddenly thinned, and their view became clear.

An enormous underground cavern appeared before them.

The ceiling soared hundreds of feet high, with countless dark, ink-like stalactites hanging down, glimmering with a ghostly light.

The ground was a shiny black-colored ghostly soil, and the air was filled with an extremely pure and cold ghostly energy, almost condensed into a liquid state.

More strangely, upon entering this cavern, the external force that suppressed the Divine Sense vanished without a trace.

Xu Ping’s eyes flickered as his vast Divine Sense spread out fearlessly, instantly enveloping the entire massive cavern.

"Found it."

Almost at the moment his Divine Sense unfolded, Xu Ping accurately locked onto a terrifying, dormant, pure, vast yet violent ghostly energy at the deepest part of the cavern.

Its intensity hadn’t truly reached the Fourth Rank Upper Grade Ghost Monarch level, but far surpassed the ordinary Fourth Rank Middle Grade, standing at the peak’s brink.

Vast, condensed, carrying an ancient resentment and chill.

"Roar!!!"

As if awakened by Xu Ping’s unrestrained probing Divine Sense, that terrifying presence deep within the cavern let out a deafening roar.

The roaring sound raised visible black sound waves, causing the entire cavern to buzz and tremble, with countless rocks cascading down.

A surging, inky ghostly energy erupted like a tsunami from the depths, sweeping forth! Within the ghostly energy, a massive silhouette slowly emerged.

It stood around five to six feet tall, its entire body a semi-transparent, ghostly blue color, as if formed from millennium-old Profound Ice.

Its body was densely covered with hundreds of pale, pupil-less compound eyes, each now turning, fixating on the intruding Xu Ping and his companion.

Its facial features were indistinct, with only a mouth split to the ears, filled with fangs, emitting a screech that pierced the Divine Soul.

The Hundred Eyed Ghost Monarch.

"It’s really it!"

Zhang Shuo was so frightened that his face turned pale, retreating repeatedly, voice trembling, "Be cautious, my friend, this beast is extraordinarily formidable."

Xu Ping’s eyes showed no fear, but instead, a flash of excitement and delight.

Such a powerful ghostly being, with vast and pure Soul Power, was the perfect nourishment for the Ten Thousand Souls Banner’s main soul’s ascension.

Xu Ping flicked his sleeve, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner expanded with the wind!

"Howl!"

The main soul of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner burst forth with suppressed excitement and greed.

Sensing the powerful Soul Power of the Hundred Eyed Ghost Monarch, its scarlet eyes radiated unprecedented ferocity, lunging without hesitation.

The two colossal beings clashed instantly.

Demonic Qi and ghostly energy collided, tore, and obliterated each other with maddening force.

The entire cavern was like a storm unleashed.

The Hundred Eyed Ghost Monarch was indeed ferociously unmatched.

Its hundreds of pale compound eyes flickered in unison, shooting beams of chilling, lifeless "Profound Yin Death Light," capable of freezing Magical Treasures and obliterating life.

Six ghostly vine arms whipped and tore like a tempest, with incredible force.

However, the main soul of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner had reached the threshold of a Late-Stage Nascent Soul, further complemented by its demonic attributes, making it even more violently fierce than the ghostly being.

Its body shifted between solid and ethereal, evading most of the death light, its demonic claws swinging, carrying with it the tainting Magic Power that corroded the soul, repeatedly ripping open wounds on the Hundred Eyed Ghost Monarch, devouring its scattered ghostly energy.

For a moment, demonic roars and ghostly howls reverberated, oppressing the Hundred Eyed Ghost Monarch completely.

Xu Ping stood with his hands behind his back, observing calmly.

Seeing that the main soul held an absolute upper hand, but found it challenging to fully subdue the resilient and powerful Hundred Eyed Ghost Monarch in a short time.

Thus, Xu Ping no longer waited,

He pointed his fingers like a sword, a point of grey-white light gathering at his fingertips, the Power of Annihilation spreading its dao charm of life’s cycle.

"Annihilate."

Xu Ping softly uttered two words, his finger pointing lightly in mid-air!

That strand of grey-white finger wind was as fine as a hair, yet so swift it surpassed the capture of the Divine Sense.

Ignoring the spatial distance, it instantly struck the center of the Hundred Eyed Ghost Monarch’s compound eye-covered chest.

Hiss!

No earth-shattering explosion, nor flesh and blood flying. Where the finger wind touched, it was like a tranquil water surface being hit by a stone, creating ripples of grey-white.

Where the ripples passed, the Hundred Eyed Ghost Monarch’s ghostly blue soul body, hard as refined steel, silently withered, eroded, and obliterated as if weathered by millions of years.

An enormous, smooth-edged hollow suddenly appeared in its chest.

The hundreds of compound eyes flickered wildly, emitting a silent scream of extreme pain.

Its vast ghostly energy, like floodwater from a broken dam, frantically drained from that hollow.

One finger of annihilation, severely damaging its essence!

In the distance, Zhang Shuo watched, his mind severely shocked, pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

What kind of terrifying Divine Technique was this?!

The Hundred Eyed Ghost Monarch’s defenses were tremendously formidable, yet it was effortlessly injured by such a casual finger... how could it be so directly wounded?!

Is this person truly not a Late-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator?

While Zhang Shuo remained in a shocking daze, the main soul of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner seized the opportunity, letting out an excited mad howl.

Countless chains of demonic energy shot forth, binding the severely wounded, plummeting aura of the Hundred Eyed Ghost Monarch tightly.

No matter how it struggled, the Power of Annihilation continued eroding its essence, rendering it ever weaker.

Seeing the main soul opening its fanged mouth, about to devour this great nourishment completely, Xu Ping suddenly spoke, "Wait."