The black mist emanating from Mo Fan’s body was naturally not demonic qi, but ghostly qi.
Not long after the ghostly qi erupted, it once again contracted back into his body like a tidal wave. Ultimately, it all submerged into him, forming a jet-black bead.
The instant that jet-black bead took shape, Mo Fan’s body shuddered violently. Blazing flames suddenly surged across his surface.
These flames, however, were not the golden ones of the past, nor the black inflammatory demonic fire. Instead, they were a bluish-green flame, or perhaps more accurately termed ghost fire.
The moment these green ghost fires appeared, Mo Fan’s body shifted from solid to ethereal, becoming indistinguishable from a ghost cultivator.
“Buzz.”
In that instant, he opened his eyes. Within them danced two eerie black flames.
Mo Fan raised his hand, looked down, and murmured to himself, “So that is how it is. This is not merely a fusion of divine abilities, but the inevitable process of birthing the Nether Ghost Body…”
“Was the first-generation tiger demon who controlled ghosts also of this constitution?”
As his words fell, he suddenly turned to gaze at a vase in the distant corner. The black flames flickered in his eyes.
Divine ability: Black Inflammatory Demonic Fire.
“Puff.”
The vase abruptly ignited with strange black flames. In almost the blink of an eye, it melted into a pool of black crystalline substance.
Mo Fan’s gaze shifted as the divine ability circulated. The black flames gradually vanished.
When the black flames disappeared, a small pit about an inch deep had appeared on the floor, scorched by the fire.
“So that is how it is…”
“After devouring Black Inflammation, although I did not obtain his divine body, I gained the Black Inflammatory Demonic Fire that only a Black Inflammatory Demonic Body can unleash…”
Mo Fan whispered softly. Soon, the Black Inflammatory Demonic Fire in his eyes faded, replaced by his black pupils gleaming with sharp light.
However, he quickly gave a wry smile.
This divine ability appeared powerful, yet in reality it was somewhat impractical, far less potent than when wielded by Black Inflammation. Because he lacked the Black Inflammatory Demonic Body, he could not produce true Black Inflammatory Demonic Fire. During the feedback of the divine ability, only two wisps had been reluctantly left to him.
In other words, once these two wisps of Black Inflammatory Demonic Fire were depleted, this so-called divine ability of his would essentially become useless.
Fortunately, with control over the divine ability, he could freely retract the Black Inflammatory Demonic Fire. This reassured Mo Fan considerably.
This time, the divine abilities he obtained from Black Inflammation were numerous, but the truly useful ones were only the Black Inflammatory Demonic Fire and the Nether Ghost Slave. Although there were others, Mo Fan no longer considered them worthwhile.
The Nether Ghost Slave was very powerful, even stronger than Acting as Accomplice for the Tiger. Though it had certain restrictions, in Mo Fan’s view its growth potential far exceeded that of Acting as Accomplice for the Tiger.
After all, the Nether Ghost Slave had no cultivation restrictions.
At this moment, however, the Nether Ghost Slave and Acting as Accomplice for the Tiger had fused into one, becoming a new ghost-controlling divine ability. Or rather, it had upgraded Acting as Accomplice for the Tiger. This meant the chang ghosts he transformed were no longer limited by the divine ability and could cultivate without bound.
Not only that, it had also awakened in Mo Fan the so-called Nether Ghost Body.
The Nether Ghost Body was likewise one of the divine constitutions, comparable to divine bodies or sacred bodies. It was no weaker than the Black Inflammatory Demonic Body.
The Nether Ghost Body possessed an extremely powerful trait: it could temporarily etherealise the body, turning it into a ghost form.
Upon activating the Nether Ghost Body, Mo Fan also gained mastery over another divine ability.
Nether Ghost Fire.
Nether Ghost Fire: Exclusive divine ability of the Nether Ghost Body. It can draw upon the power of the ghost bead to unleash Nether Ghost Fire. Nether Ghost Fire is ineffective against physical entities, targeting only the spiritual level.
Upon acquiring this divine ability, Mo Fan’s eyes immediately lit up. This was simply an incomparably powerful method of spiritual attack.
Divine sense, soul, and such were all closely tied to the spirit. In other words, this Nether Ghost Fire could directly assail the soul. How could Mo Fan not be overjoyed?
Beyond this, his cultivation had undergone astonishing changes due to the feedback. Although he had not yet broken through to the late Demon King stage, he had touched that barrier.
“This trip to White Sacred Mountain was truly worthwhile.”
Mo Fan dispersed the Nether Ghost Fire on his body. His form gradually shifted from ethereal back to solid, returning to his spiritual body appearance.
A smile spread across his face. He was now far stronger than before.
If he were to face Black Inflammation again now, he would not even need the ghost-controlling divine ability. He had full confidence in easily slaying Black Inflammation.
In other words, he now possessed the capital to contend with ancestral realm great demons.
Of course, contending did not mean he could kill a demon ancestor. Unless he possessed a method to counter a demon ancestor’s instantaneous movement, killing one would still be exceedingly difficult.
Nevertheless, this greatly improved Mo Fan’s mood.
He took a deep breath, striving to calm his excitement, before walking towards the main gate.
“Creak.”
As the heavy door opened, Mo Fan nearly collided head-on with the woman before him.
“You… why are you here?”
“Have you finished your seclusion?”
The two spoke almost in unison, then both paused. Yun Rou’s cheeks immediately flushed as she lowered her head slightly.
“Have you been guarding the door for me all this time?”
After a moment’s hesitation, Mo Fan looked at the woman before him.
“I have not.”
Yun Rou quickly shook her head.
“Then why are you sitting here?” Mo Fan asked suspiciously.
“You have the nerve to ask. This is my bedchamber.”
Yun Rou took a deep breath, raised her head to look at Mo Fan, and spoke somewhat huffily.
“Ah?”
Mo Fan’s mouth opened slightly. He then smiled wryly. “I was wondering which demon had such poor taste to like an all-red decor…”
As soon as the words left his mouth, he realised his mistake. He immediately shut up and coughed awkwardly twice.
“Humph. I like it. It is none of your business.”
Yun Rou glared fiercely at Mo Fan, then asked, “Have you successfully fused it?”
“Yes.”
Mo Fan nodded.
“Quick, come in and show me.”
Yun Rou’s face lit up with joy. She immediately grabbed Mo Fan’s hand and pulled him back into the bedchamber. With a “clang”, the door closed once more.
“…”
Mo Fan was speechless, but seeing the bright light in Yun Rou’s eyes, he could not bear to refuse.
At this moment, a strange illusion arose in his heart. Why did this girl seem even more excited than he was upon hearing that he had fused the divine ability?
What the two demons did not know was that the instant they re-entered the bedchamber, three heads suddenly appeared atop the distant palace wall.
“Good grief, straight to the point?”
“One must admit, Princess Qinglian is quite bold. In matters like this, she is far more proactive than that Lai Bao kid. I reckon this time Lai Bao is doomed.”
“That makes sense. Once the saintess forces herself upon him, the raw rice will be cooked.”
“That is hard to say. You know our demon clan constitution. The higher the cultivation, the harder it is to sire offspring. The chance of hitting it with one shot is still too low…”
“Speaking of which, if Princess Qinglian and Lai Bao kid have a cub, do you think it will resemble Princess Qinglian more or Lai Bao more?”
“Hiss. That is indeed a tough question. Will it look more like a toad?”
“Hahahaha…”
The two shameless old demons lay atop the wall, chuckling lewdly. A certain young demon nearby immediately had black lines across his forehead.
“I say, you two seniors, that is enough.”
“Princess Qinglian is the saintess of our White Sacred Mountain. You cannot defile her here.”
“Shut up.”
The two old demons turned and scolded in unison. The Ghost Demon King curled his lip. “Stop acting all righteous here. You were preparing to peep on your saintess giving birth. What face do you have to criticise us?”
“Exactly.”
“…”
