Lin Xuan's pupils narrowed despite himself, and he vaguely sensed that something was wrong. But with his cultivation and divine abilities, naturally, he had no reason to fear anything. A mere Nascent Soul Middle Stage Yinhun ghostly being—could it really still pull some trick?
"Hehehe..."
A burst of laughter that made one's hair stand on end entered his ears. Ghost Emperor Haotian's body withered all at once, as if something had sucked all the vigor out of him.
Then a thick mass of black fog rolled out from the crown of his head. After a flash, it transformed into a ghost face.
Eyes, ears, mouth, and nose—it was clearly Ghost Emperor Haotian, yet not the slightest trace of refined elegance remained. Instead, he looked incomparably savage.
With a whoosh, it shot toward Lin Xuan's body.
The change had come in the blink of an eye, and the distance between them was truly too close. Even with Lin Xuan's divine abilities, there was nowhere to dodge. With a puff, it sank into the space between his brows.
Possession!
To be fair, this matter was strange to the extreme. Leaving aside how a mere Nascent Soul Middle Stage Yinhun ghostly being could break free from the restraints of Yue'er's prohibition, for him to attempt to possess Lin Xuan was far too much like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
As everyone knew, possession was an essential spell for high-level immortal cultivators. As long as one successfully advanced to Nascent Soul, anyone could use this divine ability.
However, one should not underestimate the art of possession because of that. It also involved the Laws of Heaven and Earth; it was not something one could use whenever one pleased. Otherwise, would the entire immortal cultivation world not have fallen into utter chaos?
Leaving