What astonished Ye Xiwen even more was that at the very center of the hall, a massive corpse sat cross-legged upon an enormous throne.
Around the huge throne, countless lamps had been lit. Their flames flickered with dim ghostfire, burning since some distant age. Yet after so many years, the endless dark ghostfire showed no sign of being extinguished.
"This... Ghost Heart Fire!" Ye Mo suddenly cried out. "Ye Xiwen, you've struck it rich! Hahaha, this is Ghost Heart Fire!"
"What is that?" Ye Xiwen asked.
"It is an exceedingly rare kind of flame, one that cannot be refined by ordinary means. It is the supreme holy treasure for those who cultivate the ghost path. Legend says that this flame absorbs the heartfire of countless ghosts—the wisdom of countless ghosts. Lighting one Ghost Heart Fire is like having countless people think over the same question for you, allowing you to reach an answer very quickly. That is why Ghost Heart Fire can also accelerate cultivation!" Ye Mo said excitedly. "But I had only ever seen a few of them in the Devil Lord's treasury, and not many at that. Even the Devil Lord had nowhere to gather so much Ghost Heart Fire. Besides, at his level, Ghost Heart Fire was basically no different from ordinary flame and had little use for him, so he did not keep much. But Ghost Heart Fire has miraculous effects even for Seal King Experts and gods. For anyone below the Seal King level, it would mean progress a thousand miles a day. I can hardly believe there is so much Ghost Heart Fire here. Hahaha, Ye Xiwen, you're going to be rich!"
Compared to the Ghost Heart Fire Ye Mo had described, Ye Xiwen was more concerned with who could be so extravagant as