Mo Ghost Arts Listens to Snow and Displays the Sword, Saying Those Who Know Heaven's Secrets Stand Above the Law

"Ghost Domain."

Xi's move was exceedingly simple.

He merely rotated his clasped palms and overlapped them before his chest.

Like a spirit cultivator unfolding a domain, the aura around him fused with the heaven and earth of this place.

When the faint glow lit within the ghostly cyan little sword in his eyes, his entire body became almost translucent, turning ghostlike.

Within several miles, specks of undead began to emerge.

They were drifting spirits without consciousness, broken beast souls, the unwillingness and resentment left behind after grass and trees withered...

Under the night sky, the snowy mountain became incomparably eerie.

The world of the living seemed to have opened onto the realm of the dead. Any mortal who came here would likely be frightened to death alive.

Countless "spirits" fused into the ghost sword, becoming extensions of Xi's limbs and fingers.

They were ears, and they were eyes.

"Rewind."

Xi gave a low shout.

Within the Ghost Domain, the "spirits" transformed and gathered, forming scene after scene.

Soon, the scenes replayed every sight witnessed by the undead here, from daylight fading into night.

Xi watched quietly.

Dao Qiongchang waited in silence.

Not a single human figure appeared throughout the entire day in the scenes. Only the lonely snow kept falling.

The sole lively moment came when a feline beast had searched its way here for food, only to leave empty-handed.

"No one came..."

After watching everything, Xi's heart sank.

He had absolute confidence in Ghost Sword Technique. His first thought was, Could the Dao Hall Master have judged wrongly?

"This is one of the Eighteen Sword Streams of Ghost Sword Technique—the Soul-Controlling Arcane Art?" Dao Qiongchang seemed unconcerned with the result of the rewind.

"Yes." Xi opened his mouth, then pulled himself back to the point. "Reporting to Dao Hall