At this moment.
Deep within the Ghost Mountain Range, within that mysterious central valley.
A hundred-zhang Black Lamp stood erect, gathering countless wisps of ghost qi and appearing profoundly mysterious.
Moreover, anyone who possessed advanced probing methods would discover that it contained a vast independent pocket space, and that the hundred-zhang Black Lamp could also purify ghost qi.
Whenever it absorbed some ghost qi, it would immediately refine it. Yet it absorbed only a portion; most of the rest was sent into its internal space, creating an even more powerful Ghost Dao Treasure Land, one that was scarcely inferior even to a Fifth Rank ghost-vein treasure land.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this that countless spirit ghosts had gathered here, including many at the Golden Core and Nascent Soul realms.
At the center were quite a few simple cave dwellings, inhabited by numerous ghost cultivators of the Ling Clan.
Most of them had either exhausted their lifespans or possessed mediocre spiritual root aptitude. Yet after being examined by a special grand array and found to have decent Ghost Dao Aptitude, they had risked converting to ghost cultivation in pursuit of their Dao Paths.
At this moment, within one of the cave dwellings richest in spiritual qi.
At the rate my Life-Bound Flying Sword is refining that Fifth Rank Middle Grade Ghost Sword Array Artifact, it should be finished in another ten years or so.
Now, all that remains is to let time do its work.
Ling Pengxing, the clan's strongest Ghost Dao Sword Cultivator, sat cross-legged within, continuously sending streams of dense ghost power into a Fifth Rank Low Grade ghost sword whose aura was exceedingly similar to his own.
Several years ago, after the great battle ended, he had returned to the clan and entered the Ghost Immortal