Cultivators generally condensed new physical bodies because their original bodies had been destroyed, leaving behind only their Nascent Souls or spiritual souls. They then used profound arts, relying on a complete corpse, to condense new physical bodies in a special environment.
This method of condensing a physical body placed extremely strict demands on a cultivator's Nascent Soul and spiritual soul, and was also exceedingly dangerous.
If one was even slightly careless, the backlash would scatter the spiritual soul and shatter the Nascent Soul. It was far less safe than having one's Nascent Soul seize the body of a cultivator whose cultivation was lower than one's own.
However, a physical body condensed through such a risky process was far more advantageous than one obtained by seizing another cultivator's body.
Because it was formed through one's own spellcasting, its compatibility could reach one hundred percent. Moreover, it conformed to the cultivator's own aptitude and attributes, something another person's body could never compare with.
What Qin Fengming had encountered at that moment was precisely the process of a cultivator's spiritual soul condensing a physical body.
Sensing the skeleton enveloping his spiritual soul, Qin Fengming's heart settled instead. It was an ordinary skeleton. If his judgment was correct, its former owner had at most been a Ghost King stage existence.
"Hmph, this skeleton is one this Qin has no use for." Sensing his body being drawn into the skeleton, Qin Fengming clenched his teeth, and a cold snort escaped his mouth.
The soul energy within his body surged violently, and a vast, terrifying wave of soul energy suddenly erupted.
With a muffled creak, the snow-white skeleton shattered one piece after another.
Relying on that immense wave of soul energy to forcefully blast apart the viscous, bloody liquid around him, Qin Fengming shot out of