Although Qin Shaofeng had already encountered a Ghost Cultivator before.
Xian Xiaoying's earlier change in expression still filled Qin Shaofeng with awe toward the strange existence known as Ghost Cultivators.
After all, there had clearly been something seriously wrong with that previous Ghost Cultivator.
Perhaps its mind had been the problem.
Or perhaps the Heavenly Dao Trial had intended to give them some necessary hints.
In any case.
That previous Ghost Cultivator had not merely lacked combat strength—it had not even put up any defense, simply standing there and letting him beat it to death.
The Ghost Cultivators they encountered next definitely would not be the same.
A real battle.
Or rather, the true abilities of Ghost Cultivators would be fully revealed in the battles to come.
As he pondered this, he increasingly felt that something was not right.
The feeling was very faint.
He vaguely sensed that it might have been caused by entering the place where the Ghost Cultivators dwelled, yet he could not feel the exact reason at all.
The farther they went, the stronger that feeling became.
"Do you all feel that something seems... not right?" Zhan Cangkong's voice suddenly rang out.
Everyone had already felt something similar.
The moment he spoke, everyone's hearts sank.
Without realizing it, Xian Xiaoying had nearly pressed her shoulder against Qin Shaofeng's.
Was it not just a Ghost Cultivator?
Even if it felt gloomy and terrifying, it should not have frightened a powerhouse on the verge of reaching the Primordial Chaos True Monarch Realm into this state, should it?
No danger appeared ahead, so Qin Shaofeng slowly turned around and looked toward Xian Xiaoying.
The instant he looked, Qin Shaofeng's heartbeat abruptly stopped.
He finally discovered the source of that inexplicable feeling.
A child, possessing only a shadowy outline rather