Published: September 9, 2025
Chapter 827: Thousandfold Spiritual Awareness
The light shadow formed by the scholar appeared only for an instant before vanishing from everyone’s sight again. Wang Tiangu and the others were momentarily stunned, each displaying an odd expression.
Wei Wuya remained silent for a moment, then asked, “Sect Master Wang, is this person really the former Master Cangkun? However, this person only has a vital essence left. Even if he truly was the invincible figure of old, now he is no longer someone to fear. Was it he who informed you about the matter of Lingmiao Garden?”
“From a certain perspective, this person can be considered both Master Cangkun and not Master Cangkun. But indeed, the information about Lingmiao Garden came from him,” the sect master of the Ghost Spirit Sect replied calmly, his expression relaxing upon hearing that the spatial rift had only recently appeared. He answered Wei Wuya’s question with a normal demeanor.
“What does that mean? Fellow cultivator, there’s no need to keep secrets,” Wei Wuya said with a slightly darkened face, showing displeasure.
“You misunderstand, Brother Wei. The spirit on the scroll just seen was actually only a remnant soul of a former avatar of Master Cangkun. This avatar was injured by a forbidden formation while exploring Fallen Demon Valley, its form destroyed. So Master Cangkun placed it into this magical artifact scroll, made from fragments of Soul-Nurturing Wood, to recuperate. But the real Master Cangkun has long since died, unknown how many years ago. Aside from some memories, this remnant soul has gained autonomy. So it’s not inaccurate to say that it is somewhat another person now,” said the sect master of the Ghost Spirit Sect leisurely and without any rush.
Wei Wuya looked somewhat surprised upon hearing this.
Wang Tiangu pursed his lips, bitterly smiling to himself. He wasn’t sure whether it was because he hadn’t discovered the secret of the scroll or simply because he had guessed wrong again, but he felt a bit frustrated.
“I see. It seems you’ve reached some agreement with this remnant soul. That’s why it revealed the matter of Lingmiao Garden. But none of this concerns me. As long as it allows me to enter Lingmiao Garden, I won’t pry into any agreements you two have. At my age, I only wish to reach the transformation spirit realm and ascend to the Spiritual Realm,” Wei Wuya nodded coldly and said.
“Brother Wei is indeed a sensible man. That’s for the best. Well then! Since the spatial rift appeared by chance, let us depart!” The sect master of the Ghost Spirit Sect smiled slightly, then signaled a disciple to go ahead and clear the way.
The disciple’s face was somewhat pale, but he silently bypassed the spatial rift and moved forward.
Wei Wuya followed quietly, and the others from the Ghost Spirit Sect trailed behind.
The group continued onward toward the clearly visible massive altar.
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“What’s going on? Your flying mouse has gone out of control!” Standing on a glacier covered with thick ice, Han Li looked up at the blood-red glow in the sky and said gloomily to Zi Ling beside him.
Not far behind him, a huge ice fissure more than twenty zhang wide stretched open. Han Li had just passed through this ice crack and stealthily entered the Inner Valley again.
Looking around, the area was covered in snow and ice, with biting cold winds howling past. Yet Han Li, clad in a thin azure robe, stood unmoving as if unaffected by the chilling wind.
“I don’t know. My flying mouse was fine outside, but the moment it came out of the ice fissure, it suddenly went mad. Fortunately, I retracted it quickly, or who knows what trouble would’ve happened. Now it’s in the spiritual beast pouch, still in a frenzied state,” Zi Ling frowned deeply, puzzled.
Han Li pondered briefly, then suddenly slapped his storage pouch with one hand. A small swarm of golddevourer worms shot out and buzzed around, forming a small cloud of insects that hovered above Han Li’s head.