Boundless thunder rolled, arcs of electricity flashed, and deafening booms frightened the timid while rousing the hearts of the strong.
Ji Tian had no idea how long he had been asleep. A powerful force had been continuously nourishing his mind and spirit, and he felt a vigorous vitality stirring within his soul.
Endless lightning swirled around him, occasionally infusing him with a surge of vitality.
Was he still a ghostly body? He sensed something strange within himself. His sea of consciousness was filled with yang energy. The golden power was constantly drawn up into the sun overhead, then scattered back down by the sun, forming a cycle. This cycle was what granted him such tremendous power. At the bottom of his sea of consciousness, streams of cold, black yin energy gathered into a dark ocean. The mountains of resentment, fear, and killing intent had sunk into its depths, but they had not fallen silent. He could still draw on their power.
A ghost was still a ghost, only now he had become a Ghost Immortal. His cultivation had only reached the pitiful Heavenly Immortal realm, but he was still an immortal! And he was no ordinary Ghost Immortal with a Yin God body—he possessed a Yang God. With a mere thought, he could condense a physical body for himself.
That was the wonder of being a Ghost Immortal: he could become intangible or gather himself into a solid form. The only thing he lacked was the Heavenly Ghost's innate ability to travel through space.
With a thought, Ji Tian's primordial spirit formed one seal after another. He drew a vast quantity of spiritual energy out of thin air and condensed it into a black robe, which he put on.
He murmured to himself, "The Demonic Dragon should have finished transforming