Refining Treasure, Comprehending the Dao: Heavenly Condemnation

When it rains, it pours!

Ever since he had self-destructed his Lifebound Divine Banner, the black-robed old man had discovered, to his horror, something utterly terrifying. At some unknown time, a bizarre ghostly shadow had appeared deep within his Soul Sea, becoming inextricably entangled with his Nascent Soul dharma body.

Even more frighteningly, his mind and consciousness were constantly being influenced by the ghostly shadow. Not only was he slowly becoming bloodthirsty and violent, but he also frequently lost his reason.

At the same time, he always felt as though something were calling to him, as if he had lost something most precious. An extreme longing filled his heart, a longing to reclaim what he had lost.

Over the past half year, the phantom image of a crimson blood banner had appeared in his mind from time to time.

Every time the blood banner appeared, the bizarre ghostly shadow would erode another fraction of his dharma body, filling him with unspeakable terror.

The black-robed old man held a lofty position within the Ghost God Sect, so he naturally understood the many horrors of the sect's supreme treasure, the Red God Banner. He had tried every possible method to resist the erosion of the Red God demonic shadow, but to little avail.

As time passed, the desires and urges in his heart grew ever stronger, and he lost his reason more and more often.

Though he had struggled with all his might against the desires in his heart, months of wandering in circles had nevertheless brought him to the outskirts of the Cloud Mist Mountain Range.

By now, Severed Nature Old Ancestor knew full well that the Red God Banner, the sect-protecting supreme treasure, lay in the deepest reaches of this mountain range. He could even vaguely sense the Red God