At this thought, Wei Tu stirred his mind and began activating the soul cauldron inscribed with the words "Mist Ghost." At the same time, he raised his palm and slowly absorbed the three Mist Ghost Clan soul pills within the box.
The next moment, the divine soul hidden within his sea of consciousness suddenly became like mist, yet not mist. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into several clusters of gray fog that floated incessantly through his sea of consciousness, wandering in every direction.
Had outside cultivators witnessed this, they would surely have been shocked beyond measure. Aside from severing one's tail to survive, no ordinary cultivator dared casually employ such a method of "splitting the divine soul"... not even ghost cultivators who specialized in the soul path would dare act so recklessly.
There was no other reason. At the slightest misstep, one's divine soul would be severely wounded; at worst, it would shatter, and one would perish with the fall of one's Dao.
Yet to Wei Tu, this scene was as commonplace as ever. His expression remained as calm as if he were handling some trivial matter.
This was precisely the secret divine ability he had gained from refining that Mist Ghost Clan soul pill—the Mist Transformation Method.
For Mist Ghost Clan cultivators, this technique was an innate talent they were born with. Using it was as natural as eating and drinking, without the slightest difficulty.
Within the Mist Ghost Clan, the ultimate evolution of this technique was the Blood Ghost Parasitic Evil Art secretly passed down through the patriarchal line... it could divide Blood Ghost Soul-Splitting Techniques and control a second body across worlds.
Now, Wei Tu had already grasped the Blood-Ghost Evil Art. Through the Netherworld Cauldron Seven Eyes technique, he had indirectly learned this