Three days later.
Lin Xuan's expression was grave. He cast out a hand seal, and the formation before him, which had been whining and humming, came to a stop, revealing the zombie in its center.
Compared to several days ago, the zombie's appearance seemed no different. The only change was that the blood-red light in its eyes had vanished, replaced by a faint silver glow.
With a thought from Lin Xuan, the zombie immediately walked out and stood obediently to one side.
He issued several more commands, and the zombie followed them without the slightest error. Joy stirred in Lin Xuan's heart. This Heavenly Demon Ghost Corpse Art truly was miraculous.
Although he had only mastered the first layer and could currently only command zombies with Spirit Movement Stage cultivation, having these monsters as helpers was always a good thing. At critical moments, they could even be used as cannon fodder.
After storing it in the Spirit Ghost Bag, Lin Xuan took out another unrefined zombie.
With the experience from the first layer, refining this monster naturally went even more smoothly.
In the blink of an eye, a month passed.
Lin Xuan finished refining all the monsters he had captured, obtaining a total of fifteen zombies with Spirit Movement Stage cultivation. Only the shell of a Corpse King remained. Of course, he would not touch that monster for the time being. Lin Xuan knew his own limits very well and would not do something foolish like aiming at the clouds while his feet were still in the mud.
The two secret arts recorded in the Mystic Demon True Scripture that could raise one's strength for a short time had both been mastered. Next, naturally, he had to diligently and steadily increase his own magical power.
After all, no matter