At this moment, Mo Fan naturally had no idea that he had been schemed against by the Dark Nether from the very beginning.
After flying into that black hole, Mo Fan immediately felt an endless chilling aura rushing towards him. However, it was not a coldness that affected his physical body, but a chill targeted at his spirit and soul.
He looked around at his surroundings and saw a vast expanse of greyish white, with the ground covered in white bones.
This was a world belonging to the undead!
Gazing into the distance, he spotted a greyish-white creature crawling among the bones, gnawing on something.
Perhaps sensing Mo Fan’s presence, the creature suddenly paused, then turned its head a full one hundred and eighty degrees to look at him.
Only then did Mo Fan clearly see what this greyish-white creature truly was.
At first, he thought it was the wandering soul of some monster, but now he realised it was actually a human wandering soul, for it had the face of a child. What puzzled Mo Fan, however, was that its body was like that of a dog, crouched on the ground with its hands clutching a human skull.
Through the empty eye sockets of that skull, Mo Fan could faintly make out a very weak flame still flickering inside.
It was ghost fire!
Perhaps sensing the terrifying yang energy on Mo Fan’s body, that wisp of ghost fire immediately flew out from the eye sockets and shot towards him.
Mo Fan frowned slightly at this sight. Golden light flashed across his body, and his protective dragon aura suddenly emerged!
“Puff…”
The ghost fire collided with the protective dragon aura and instantly dissipated into nothing.
At this point, the child-like monster finally moved. It was extremely fast, running on all fours across the ground as if turning into a grey shadow, charging straight at Mo Fan.
“Bang!”
In the next moment, however, the child-like monster was sent flying backwards.
Unlike the previous wisp of ghost fire, although much of the ghostly aura on its body had dispersed, it had not completely vanished.
Through this collision, Mo Fan roughly gauged the opponent’s strength: mid-King realm cultivation!
Seeing that one strike had failed, the child-like monster quickly launched another attack.
This time, however, Mo Fan did not remain idle. The tiger pattern on his forehead shone, and a golden divine chain shot out, instantly piercing through the ghost cultivator’s chest. Without hesitation, it pulled the creature back and ultimately drew it directly into the tiger pattern.
At the same time, Mo Fan began to sense the scouts he had released earlier, but he could not detect a single one, as if they had vanished into thin air.
Then, a cacophony of ghostly wails and wolf howls echoed from all around. When he extended his divine sense, he was immediately shocked to discover countless ghost cultivators drifting towards him from every direction, treating him as a delicious delicacy.
“No wonder this is the Nether Dead Land. There are actually so many ghost cultivators here!”
Mo Fan frowned, soon realising that those previous scout ghosts had probably been devoured by these ghost cultivators.
With this thought, he fully activated his Tiger Enslavement divine ability. In an instant, golden chains shot out from his forehead, quickly piercing through the bodies of one ghost cultivator after another, then capturing and subduing them all.
Even so, Mo Fan found that his rate of capture was far slower than the speed at which these ghost cultivators were replenishing their numbers. Looking at the swarm of ghost cultivators rushing towards him like locusts, even he could not help feeling his scalp tingle. He immediately flew off into the distance.
However, the yang energy on his body was currently extremely dense. No matter where he went, he emitted the scent of flesh and blood, standing out like a blazing sun. As time passed, more and more ghost cultivators lunged towards him.
Meanwhile, in another corner of this Nether Dead Land.
A tall woman dressed in red, wearing a white veil, hovered in mid-air. Beneath her was a phantom resembling a golden ocean, within which endless golden lotuses bloomed.
This was a phenomenon, and it was precisely this phenomenon that supported the red-clothed woman, preventing the surrounding ghost cultivators from approaching.
Whenever a ghost cultivator drew near, a golden lotus would bloom with dazzling golden light, and wherever the light reached, all ghostly entities melted away like snow in water.
Outside this golden ocean, several masses of ghostly mist hovered in the air, encircling the golden ocean in a siege formation.
Upon closer inspection, one would discover that within each mass of ghostly mist was a vague humanoid figure. Their eyes burned with greenish flames as they stared fixedly at the woman in the golden ocean.
At that moment, one of the entities seemed to sense something and subconsciously turned its head to look in another direction.
Not long after, a figure emerged from the thick ghostly mist, vanishing in a flash!
Moments later, a second one also left the mist and flew towards the distance.
When the third departed, it even took a large group of ghost cultivators with it, greatly reducing the pressure on the woman in the golden ocean.
The red-clothed woman’s eyes flickered. She did not understand what had happened, but she realised that someone must have intruded into this place. Joy surged in her heart as she felt this might be her chance!
She then directed her gaze towards the only remaining mass of ghostly mist above and said in a deep voice, “My name is Yun Rou. I am the Qinglian Princess of White Sacred Mountain, the adopted daughter of the White Tiger Sacred King. I beseech you, senior, to show mercy and allow me to leave!”
However, after waiting for a long while, she received no response. Yun Rou’s expression darkened, and she immediately enveloped herself in the phenomenon before flying towards that mass of ghostly mist.
“Since senior is unwilling to let me go, this junior will not hold back!”
…
At this time, Mo Fan was being chased by endless ghost cultivators. At first, he was not quite accustomed to the cold yin energy in the Nether Dead Land, but after the tiger pattern appeared on his forehead, he found that this yin energy had little effect on him.
It was only the densely packed ghost cultivators that made his scalp tingle. Helplessly, he adopted a kiting tactic, continuously using his Tiger Enslavement divine ability to capture ghost cultivators, achieving the grand goal of gradually reducing their numbers while increasing his own.
Fortunately, his speed was truly remarkable. With the blessing of wind and thunder power, he turned into lightning, far outpacing these ghost cultivators by an unknown margin.
At the same time, Mo Fan discovered a wonderful use for his wind and thunder power: it could directly destroy lower-level ghost cultivators.
The reason was simple. Lightning power was inherently the most yang and rigid force, perfectly suited to counter ghostly entities.
Thus, even if some ghost entities occasionally managed to intercept him from ahead, he could transform into lightning and smash through them, shattering them into pieces!
What surprised Mo Fan, however, was that these ghost cultivators knew neither fatigue nor fear. No matter how many he killed, the remaining ones continued to swarm towards him relentlessly, as if desperate to devour him whole.
At first, Mo Fan was quite troubled, but gradually he realised that this place was truly a treasure trove for him. The ghost cultivators here were ready-made slaves!
Ever since breaking through to the King realm, Mo Fan’s slave ghost space had expanded immensely, capable of holding tens of thousands. Yet shortly after entering this place, the entire space had become completely filled!
With no other choice, he released the fully converted slave ghosts once more and continued a new round of capture and conversion.
In this way, amid tireless activity, time quietly passed. Mo Fan even began to suspect he had turned into a machine for producing slave ghosts. At the same time, he started to regret giving the Soul-Devouring Banner to his avatar.
If he had the Soul-Devouring Banner with him, he felt dealing with these ghost cultivators would be far easier.
He did not know how many days had passed. Just as Mo Fan was preparing to transform a new batch of ghost cultivators, he noticed that these previously mindless charging ghost cultivators suddenly stopped, showing no intention of attacking again.
“What’s going on?”
Mo Fan frowned slightly. If they had learned fear, they would have stopped long ago. They would not have waited until now, so this scene made him extremely wary.
Sure enough, soon he saw a mass of ghostly mist drifting towards him from afar. Then, the mist transformed into the figure of a woman.
“Outsider, how dare you slaughter the beings of my clan on such a grand scale? I cannot let you live!”
