C708 Like a Fish in Water!

Without the aid of the "Third Eye," Yu Yuan could still clearly see the ghost. Amidst the biting cold wind, countless tiny souls were present, yet they were difficult to detect with the naked eye. Only by employing the Soul Forging through Enlightenment and utilizing the "Third Eye" could he capture their elusive traces.

This was akin to a human cultivator who had just advanced to the Lunar Spirit Realm. Initially, their newly formed Lunar Spirit would be invisible to the naked eye. However, as the Lunar Spirit became more refined and gained strength, it would eventually become visible. At that point, even laypeople could see it with their own eyes.

A Lunar Spirit that could materialize or vanish at will indicated that its master's level of cultivation was significantly more powerful. The same principle applied to ghosts.

The ghost, resembling a Fox Monkey with eyes like green flames, emerged unexpectedly at the base of a gray mountain range. Its low, eerie laughter alerted Yu Yuan to the fact that this ghost was no ordinary entity. It was, at the very least, of the Earth Specter rank.

After a few odd chuckles, the Fox Monkey-shaped soul swiftly withdrew back into the mountain. Inside, there seemed to be a realm of wonder, possibly the private abode of a formidable ghost, with the Fox Monkey-shaped soul being merely one of its inhabitants.

"It's a ghost of Spirit Level. Master, there's no need for concern," the cauldron spirit remarked, having taken note and quietly communicated. "In the Land of Terror, a Spirit Level ghost shouldn't dare to trouble you. I forgot to mention that here, ghosts become more powerful, and so will I."

The cauldron spirit spoke with conviction. Yu Yuan nodded thoughtfully, musing, "I have a sense that the Wraithbinding I practice is particularly dominant and vicious in the Land of Terror. Should a weaker ghost spirit dare to challenge me, it's unlikely to end well for them."

"I, too, sense that the Wraithbinding you practice is eerily potent and fierce," the artifact soul added in a gentle tone.

Thus, Yu Yuan and the artifact soul continued their exchange of thoughts and ideas.

With a whoosh, the dark Crucible of Evil proactively moved closer to the mountain where the Fox Monkey-shaped ghost had vanished. At the base of the gray mountain, the Crucible of Evil brought Yu Yuan within an incredibly close range. Supporting himself on the edge of the cauldron, he hesitated briefly before quietly extending his spiritual sense outward.

A wisp of spiritual sense drifted from Yu Yuan's Mindscape like a tendril of smoke, reaching out to caress the gray-white mountain. As it made contact, he felt a slight shudder. A dense Yin Qi began to emanate from the mountain, which subtly shifted in color upon the touch of his spiritual sense. It became clear to him that this unremarkable gray-white mountain was exceptionally well-suited for the dwelling of souls.

His spiritual sense, upon touching the mountain, was nourished and soothed by the Yin Qi, bringing about an inexplicable sense of peace and comfort. It seemed that without any conscious effort to strengthen or refine it, the wisp of spiritual sense would be naturally purified and enlivened by the mountain's Yin Qi.

"What's this?" Yu Yuan mused, scratching his head in wonder. "A mere mountain, yet it conceals such abundant Yin Qi. Yin Qi is inherently conducive to the cultivation and rest of ethereal souls. It's no surprise that the Land of Terror has drawn countless souls to its depths over the millennia."

He quickly realized that should he reach the Lunar Spirit state, his own Lunar Spirit would benefit from entering the mountain, refining itself more effectively through this seemingly ordinary gray-white terrain.

The Land of Terror was dotted with similar mountains, forming an extensive range. If each mountain was imbued with rich Yin Qi like the one before him, then wouldn't all the peaks be ideal for souls to settle and cultivate?

In his past life as the God of Medicine, he had not delved into the path of cultivation, nor had he deeply explored this unique place, suitable only for the habitation and cultivation of souls. It held no value for his alchemical pursuits, nor could it aid in his own cultivation.

But now, at the initial stage of Subtlety, his release of a mere wisp of spiritual sense had unveiled the marvels of the Land of Terror. He now understood why so many disciples from the great sects, upon entering the Lunar Spirit state, would opt to come here to refine their Lunar Spirits amidst its mysterious energies.

The Lunar Spirit could swiftly advance in cultivation within the Land of Terror, solidifying its realm and even mastering intricate Spirit Magic.

"The Everlands truly are filled with marvels," Yu Yuan marveled, unable to contain his wonder. "It's no surprise that the Sky Fiends and Otherkin from extraterrestrial realms are so intent on delving into it. Just the Land of Terror alone offers immense benefits to the Sky Fiends. Given their birth as soul spirits, they would undoubtedly blend seamlessly into the depths."

The cauldron spirit concurred, "That's absolutely true."

"I'll give it a try and cultivate using the Wraithbinding technique," Yu Yuan resolved, recalling his purpose for being here. He adjusted his thoughts and began to trace the pathways of Wraithbinding, guiding his spiritual sense to flow through the ethereal channels within his spirited body.

A curious rhythm began to emanate from the earthly soul, identical to when he practiced Wraithbinding in the Ashen Shadowmist, amidst the encircling devils, yet now it surged with even greater ferocity.

Previously, the rhythm that emerged during his cultivation was akin to a tidal river. Here, in the Land of Terror, it resembled the tumultuous surge of an erupting volcano.

Intense waves of energy, strong enough to dazzle his senses, burst forth from the earthly soul, sending ripples throughout his Mindscape.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Suddenly, Yu Yuan witnessed a multitude of ghost spirits elegantly drifting out from the gray-white mountain. These ghost spirits, being ethereal in nature, had no need to exit through any openings. Possessing the strange power to pierce through rock, they simply emerged directly from the mountain walls.

Among them was the Fox Monkey ghost spirit he had encountered earlier, but now, hundreds of bizarre ghost spirits appeared in droves. These ghost spirits, varying in size, hovered near the gray-white mountains, their eerie green eyes filled with a mix of greed and frenzy as they gazed upon him with ravenous intent.

They bore a striking resemblance to the Sky Fiends and little devils outside the city of Afnetalos, yet the ghost spirits here were evidently much more formidable.

In a flash of insight, Yu Yuan realized that the Wraithbinding was not only effective against the Sky Fiends but also held sway over the ghost spirits in the Land of Terror.

Moreover, the Land of Terror was naturally suited for ethereal souls, and the impact of "Wraithbinding" was significantly more pronounced here!

The instant Yu Yuan executed "Wraithbinding," he inexplicably felt an enigmatic sense of ease, as if he were a fish in water.

It appeared that within the Land of Terror, his comprehension and practice of "Wraithbinding" would allow him to deftly navigate among the multitude of ghosts and spirits. With the potent earthly souls present, he could forge his Lunar Spirit even more swiftly!

"No wonder Zu Ann sent me here!"

Boom!

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness overwhelmed him.

It was the hundreds of ghost spirits, emitting piercing wails that resonated with his soul.

Their cries assaulted the three souls within his spiritual sense, pushing him to his limits.

Then, he noticed the hundreds of ghost spirits, shrieking hysterically as they frenziedly lunged at him.

Like swallows homing in, the swarm of ghost spirits converged on him from all directions.

The stabbing pain in his mind intensified to the point of being unbearable, threatening to shatter his soul.

Whoosh!

The Crucible of Evil, having not received his signal, had already hastily retreated from the grey-white mountain, howling through the Land of Terror.

Behind him, hundreds of ghost spirits of varying strengths were in relentless pursuit, clearly devoid of reason and intent on consuming him.

Yu Yuan thought back to when he had used "Wraithbinding" outside the city of Afnetalos to assimilate and refine each little devil.

A tinge of bitterness crossed his lips as he quickly realized the folly of recklessly employing "Wraithbinding" near the grey-white mountain in the Land of Terror.

The ghost spirits that emerged from the mountain were far more formidable than the little devils he had encountered in Afnetalos!

And their numbers were overwhelming.

He instinctively smelled danger, knowing that if he truly drew hundreds of such ghost spirits into his Mindscape with "Wraithbinding," his earthly soul would be unable to withstand the strain and would instantly burst apart.

"Stop! You must stop immediately!"

As the most powerful of the ghost spirits closed in on the cauldron with alarming speed, the cauldron spirit urgently transmitted a message.

Yu Yuan jolted awake and immediately ceased his practice of Wraithbinding.

In a miraculous turn, the relentless horde of ghosts that had been in pursuit snapped to awareness the moment he halted the Wraithbinding.

Hundreds of ghosts hovered motionlessly in the air, looking bewildered.

They gazed at the Crucible of Evil, seemingly puzzled, unable to comprehend the recent events.

Confusion reigned as they wondered how they had been transported outside, fixated on the cauldron, when moments before they were within the mountain, bolstering their strength with Yin energy.

At the forefront, a ghost in the guise of a Fox Monkey had eyes ablaze with green fire, flickering with the light of intelligence.

This ghost appeared to grasp the gravity of the situation; a surge of fear flashed through its emerald eyes, and with a piercing shriek, it wheeled around to retreat.

Sensing the alarm in its cry, the other ghosts swiftly followed suit.

In the blink of an eye, the swarm of hundreds had vanished completely.

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