(This chapter counted as an extra update—a big one.)
Lu Xiaotian could sense Purpleleaf Zhenwu extending several enormous phantom roots through him and plunging them into the soil. Every movement within several thousand zhang beneath his feet, even an ant underground twitching its antennae, lay within his grasp. The sensation was extraordinarily subtle.
If not for this, Lu Xiaotian would not have detected that these Berylwater Ghosts were hiding underground. Those liquid masses rolling beneath the earth were the true Berylwater Ghosts, while what reached the surface were merely their tentacles and other illusions. Thus, even if Shao Zixia and the others slew every Berylwater Ghost on the surface, they could not harm the roots of these creatures.
Still, Shao Zixia, Yu Dongbao, and Huo Ying could not be blamed. Even with Lu Xiaotian's powerful divine sense, he would not have discovered where the Berylwater Ghosts' true bodies were without Purpleleaf Zhenwu. Once ensnared by them, even he would find it quite troublesome.
Ghost Clan was merely a collective term. In truth, the Ghost Realm was like the Crimson Abyss Continent—perhaps even more vast. There were many races within it: ghost birds, ghost beasts, skeletal demons, and even some ghost cultivators. Orthodox human cultivators habitually referred to the sinister creatures of the Ghost Realm as the Ghost Clan.
Having witnessed the Berylwater Ghosts' methods, Lu Xiaotian immediately felt that the Ghost Realm was indeed vast and full of peculiarities. Even if one's cultivation was high, without sufficient knowledge of the Ghost Clan, one might suffer a loss in battle and still be left scratching one's head in confusion.
It seemed that when fighting the Ghost Clan in the future, he would have to be on twelve parts alert, lest his boat capsize in a gutter.
Hearing Shao Zixia, Yu Dongbao,