Chapter 147: Ghostly Threads
On the desolate island, six enormous banners fluttered wildly in the wind. Billowing black mist surged from their surfaces, completely shrouding the island in darkness. Unnoticed, dense clouds had gathered in the sky, blocking out the bright moon entirely. Not a single ray of moonlight pierced through, and the area around the island instantly fell into pitch-black obscurity.
A chilling wind howled as the swirling black mist, intertwined with faint blue light, spread throughout the surroundings. Within the mist, ghostly figures moved, their wails rising in volume. The sinister aura here was far more intense than when they had dealt with Gu Tiannan in the Guyuan Kingdom.
Fortunately, this was deep within the Yuncang Marshlands, a place rarely visited by others. Had any other cultivators been nearby, they might have assumed some demon was wreaking havoc here.
To the naked eye, the black fog seemed impenetrable. Only cultivators could discern the countless black threads coiling within it, layer upon layer, like tangled strands of hair. These threads faintly glowed with a cold, eerie blue fire. The atmosphere was so chilling it made one’s scalp tingle.
These threads were Ghostly Threads, formed from the ghostly qi of the Yan Luo Banner of Ten Directions. Should a cultivator be ensnared by these threads, yin fire would invade their body, followed by malevolent spirits. Without means to protect their soul, they would inevitably suffer damage to their soul.
For those weaker in strength, their primordial spirit could even be torn apart by the Ghostly Threads, leaving them to be devoured by the malevolent spirits within the banners—a vicious and insidious fate.
This was the true power of the Yan Luo Array of Ten Directions. Ensnaring someone was merely a minor tactic; the true lethal blow came from its ability to harm one’s soul.
Back in the Qi Refining Realm, Qin Sang's abilities had been too weak to fully unleash the array’s power. He couldn't control the yin fire on the threads and had to rely on the clumsy method of commanding the evil spirits in hand-to-hand combat. Only now could he effortlessly manipulate the six banners at will.
Suddenly, a furious beast’s roar echoed from within the array, like a thunderclap shaking the heavens.