All kinds of phantom ghost faces appeared around his body, even skulls gnawing at him. If an ordinary person encountered such a sight, he might very well be scared to death.
But to Chen Mo, this really was nothing to fear.
For a youngster in his twenties, this should have been terrifying. Before he began cultivating, he had never seen anything like this. Back when he saw Master Ye Shang's withered bones, he had been frightened out of his wits.
But now, faced with such supernatural phenomena, he was far calmer. Ever since he emerged from Zu Liming's Underground Space, there was little left for him to fear. What had the Underground Space not contained? He had seen ghosts, all sorts of Monsters, Spiritual Sense, and even Zu Liming himself. So there was nothing much to say about the strange spectacle of these ghosts before him.
His eyes fixed on the White Mist that was trying to gnaw at him and burrow into his body. He slowly stretched out a hand, True Essence filling his palm. Rather than stir up his Blood Qi, he directly used True Essence to make contact with the mist.
Stirring his Blood Qi would naturally scatter the White Mist and consume it. But Blood Qi was also part of his body. If he used too much of it, recovering would be extremely troublesome.
The Blood Qi within the body was, in fact, Essence, Qi, and Spirit as well as blood. Stirring Blood Qi meant burning one's vitality and blood, using one's powerful mental strength and blood energy to wear down energy forms such as ghosts.
But if a person's Blood Qi was consumed excessively, that person would become weak. Even after the expenditure ended, the Blood Qi inside the body might not recover for months.