"Of course. This Soul Gathering Pill was suspect as a shortcut to begin with, so while helping a Ghost King condense a body and take form, it naturally brought no small number of hidden dangers as well." Lady Lan nodded, her gaze toward Lin Xuan carrying a faint trace of approval.
"What are they?" The short, plump cultivator named Wang Peng could not help cutting in.
"I am not too clear on the rest, but two points are certain. First, a Ghost King who has taken a Soul Gathering Pill will find future cultivation twice as difficult. If they wish to advance again, they must put in several times more effort than before. That is the first."
"Second, even if this Ghost King's will is tenacious, in this life they can at most cultivate to the great perfection stage of Core Condensation. They will have absolutely no chance of advancing to Ghost Emperor."
"So that's how it is." Lin Xuan nodded. The heavenly way had its own laws; only then did this count as reasonable.
Even so, however, there were still many Ghost Kings who took this pill. For one thing, in the Human Realm, having a body made movement much more convenient. As intangible souls, they were restricted in many respects.
For another, just as it was as hard as scaling ten thousand mountains and crossing ten thousand rivers for human cultivators to form a Nascent Soul, the chance of a Yin soul advancing to become a Ghost Emperor was also so tiny it could be ignored. Thus, even knowing this pill carried many hidden dangers, Ghost Kings still flocked to it like ducks.
The three fellows before them were clearly in just such a situation.
A burst of ghostly wailing came over. In the distance, Yin wind rose