Chapter 32 Ghostly Fiends Everywhere
The thirty-second level was a sea of ghost fiends. They could no longer be described as human. The bovine-human hybrids on the lower levels were merely wearing masks, but these ghost fiends were genuine specters, chilling the bone, haunting the mind, and prickling the spine. The mere thought of them made one's scalp tingle.
Yan Ran Qing Cheng said, "Seal God Sixfold Realm. Be careful, everyone."
Ming Zhi Tian nodded. "Ni Feng, you and I go first. Qing Cheng, provide support from behind."
Dozens of spatial rifts tore open, and the ghost fiends lunged forward!
"Star Dragon Jade Flower Halberd Art!"
"Star Dragon Jade Flower Halberd Art!"
Instantly, three ghost fiends were slain. Yan Ran Qing Cheng loosed an arrow from behind, and explosions swept through a large area.
Ghost fiends without legs, wielding black ghost blades, continuously tore open rifts and launched sneak attacks from behind them. Truly lacking in martial ethics.
Ming Zhi Tian dispatched them with a punch each. To him, anyone below the Awakening Fivefold Realm was now like a younger sibling.
After several rounds of combat, Ming Zhi Tian and Ouyang Ni Feng eliminated the last ghost fiend.
Ming Zhi Tian felt a wave of dizziness and stumbled. "These ghost fiends can actually deplete my stamina?"
Yan Ran Qing Cheng said, "Why insist on practicing the most foolish and useless martial cultivation path? It's still not too late to switch to magical cultivation."
Ming Zhi Tian shook his head. "Do you know who my master, the Martial Saint, is?"
"Who?"
Ming Zhi Tian said, "The Martial Saint Ran Yi Zhou. Ever heard of him?"
Yan Ran Qing Cheng nodded. "Heard of him. A thousand years ago, he stood at the pinnacle of the ancient cultivation world, revered by billions, invincible throughout heaven and earth. Even powers like the Divine Emperor Holy Land Sect, the Star Ancient Sect, and the Suo Hai Wu Ge bowed to him."
Ouyang Ni Feng exclaimed, "That powerful?"
Ming Zhi Tian nodded. "In my eyes, Master Saint was not just at the pinnacle of the ancient cultivation world; he was invincible in the universe. I too will become like him one day. A true man's ambition lies in the ten directions and nine desolate lands. I will cleave stars and slay moons, twist celestial bodies, traverse ethereal realms, and tread the path of the world, fighting the gods and demons of the five directions and realms."
Yan Ran Qing Cheng said, "Not all martial cultivators can achieve what Martial Saint Ran did. I wish you victory."
The thirty-third level, and the final one, the peak of the mirage. Upon entering, Ming Zhi Tian found himself separated from Ouyang Ni Feng and Yan Ran Qing Cheng.
Ming Zhi Tian called out, "Ni Feng?! ... Qing Cheng?! ..."
Receiving no response, it seemed there was a separating enchantment here. Ming Zhi Tian walked straight into the mist and arrived before a treasure cauldron.
He pushed open the door and was met with a rich medicinal aroma. He thought he was dreaming, so he pinched himself to confirm. This place was indeed filled with pills, and rows of medicinal cabinets seemed to stir within, igniting Ming Zhi Tian's desire to devour them.
Unable to suppress it any longer, Ming Zhi Tian didn't hesitate. "Yu Lai!"
All the medicinal cabinets opened, and countless pills... countless pills flew into his mouth, and then down into his stomach.
Ming Zhi Tian closed his eyes, feeling the pure legacy of hundreds of grade-one pills irrigating his meridians, perfectly suited for his martial cultivation path.
After a long while, he closed his mouth. All the tens of thousands of grade-one pills here had been consumed by him, not a single one left.
Ming Zhi Tian closed his eyes and concentrated, quickly refining the pills within him...
Meanwhile, a man in Yin-Yang robes sat ghost-like on a chair, looking at Ouyang Ni Feng. "Ni Feng, I have treated you well. I even wanted to take you as a disciple. Why...?"
Ouyang Ni Feng tore into him. "Bah! You old scoundrel! If you want to fight, then fight. What's with all this spitting nonsense? You want to be my master? I don't want to! Your illusionary arts are just good enough to fool ghosts, but you can't fool me! In this life, the next, and the next after that, and the next after that... I will never be your disciple. Give up this foolish notion!"
Yan Ran Qing Cheng had already drawn her bowstring, ready to fire. "Liuli Qian Suo! Do you recognize this sword?!"
"Swoosh!!"
Yan Ran Qing Cheng used eighty percent of her strength. The cloud-piercing arrow blazed through the air with a roaring sound as it struck towards Liuli Qian Suo!
"Bang! Hiss hiss hiss..."