The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Sixth Layer of Cave Sky: Minor Ghost Path

After experiencing numerous large-scale fights and repeated devastations, even the ground that had been plowed many times over was nearly covered with crystallized rocks formed by high temperatures. This layer, ruthlessly damaged by intense battles, was hardly visible.

From the ground to the sky, all sorts of ghost creatures who had lost their sanity, layered upon layers. Some of these ghosts mercilessly ate each other due to the cramped space that left little room for movement.

Whoosh~

A gentle breeze blew through, and Feng Qing’an appeared in the densely filled Minor Ghost Path. The moment his figure appeared, the entire area, full of ghostly roars, cries, and wailings, suddenly fell silent for a moment.

Roar——

Howl——

In the blink of an eye, the frantic ghost creatures closest to Feng Qing’an could not resist their natural impulses and desires. Without hesitating for a moment, they collectively threw themselves at Feng Qing’an.

This was like a wave of darkness made up of countless maddened creatures who, in the previous moment, had been fighting and cannibalizing each other.

But after Feng Qing’an appeared, they quickly abandoned their fights and attacked him in unison. They sought to bite a piece of his flesh and drink his blood.

“Just as I expected!”

Facing the horrifying scene of being gnawed by hundreds of ghosts, Feng Qing’an showed no signs of panic, but rather sighed slightly.

He could still remember when he first acquired the Supreme Body of Ten Thousand Spirits, he immediately attracted all the chickens, ducks, and geese in his yard just by leaving his room. But back then, the conversion rate of his constitution was frustratingly low.

Now, as his power increased, the conversion rate of the Supreme Body of Ten Thousand Spirits was also rising layer by layer. However, due to the concealment of the Bead of Heaven and Earth, Feng Qing’an was not sure of the degree of temptation his Supreme Body of Ten Thousand Spirits posed to other spirits.

By using the tests in the fifth layer and the Minor Ghost Path where he was, Feng Qing’an somewhat had an estimation: within a hundred miles, all eyes would be drawn to him wherever he appeared.

But this was limited by the range of the two layers of Cave Sky, not the limit of his constitution. He wanted to know how far away creatures had to be in order not to react to his constitution.

However, before testing this, he had to address the ghost creatures in this layer; if they continued to pile up like this, it would be hard to fit them in. Moreover, these creatures had already created several terrifying spectral monsters while devouring each other.

Gurgle~

Gurgle~

The Flame Sun Fire emerged from Feng Qing’an. The moment the flame appeared, all the ghost creatures that were about to reach Feng Qing’an screamed in pain, but these creatures could only move forward and had no room to turn back.

Like pieces of ice thrown into a furnace to melt, the creatures around Feng Qing’an let out brief screams of agony before being incinerated by the intense flames, followed by the creatures that were originally hiding behind them.

This was a satisfying sight for Feng Qing’an who was watching the ghost creatures melt and disappear under the Flame Sun Fire. However, the space around him was still being compacted, with the gaps dwindling inch by inch.

Despite the innate fear the Yang Flame evokes, the second it appeared on him who was now devoid of the cover of the Bead of Heaven and Earth. The natural greed and desire that burst from these crazed creatures astonishingly outweighed the instinctive fear of the Yang Flame.

At this moment, these ghost creatures only wanted to pounce on him, not wanting to chew his flesh or drink his blood, but only to absorb the aura he emitted up close. Even if just touching him would result in a grisly end, they were ready to pay the price.

“Let me liberate you!”

Watching the space around him getting recaptured inch by inch, Feng Qing’an sighed gently. His body completely enveloped by the Flame Sun Fire then plummeted straight towards the ground, piercing through multilayered ghosts crowding the area, and melting a path leading directly to the ground.

Although the Flame Yang Tree is “weak” to the point where it’s probably the weakest under him in terms of combat power and potential, its power quality is so high that even the present Donghuang can’t compare to it.

Having control of this power, Feng Qing’an could annihilate these creatures who sought to approach him without lifting a finger. He was a terrifying existence that could wipe them out merely by moving his hand.

Even with his contradictory ability to specifically suppress ghost creatures to such an outrageous extent, these out-of-control creatures were still frantically approaching him ceaselessly — like moths to a flame — even knowing full well it would lead to their utter annihilation.

“Come here!”

Feng Qing’an, whose feet had just touched the ground, did not pay any attention to the wave of creatures pouring forth. At this moment, he used his Cave Sky’s influence to transplant a tree from the fifth layer of the Cave Sky to where he stood.

The Flame Yang Tree!

A small tree that was less than two dozen feet tall and sparsely grew less than ten branches, and yet, this seemingly insignificant little tree exploded with a seemingly feeble ray of light the moment Feng Qing’an transplanted it in front of him, causing the ghosts from all directions to disintegrate in groups.