Mara's Progenitor Baleful Intent

Under the shroud of this aura—nearly on the level of the Abyss, yet utterly different from it—

every ghost city and colossal island throughout the vast spacetime spanning billions of light-years shook violently, as though they were about to collapse.

The countless billions of streams of murky Yellow Springs water linking innumerable buildings and regions also boiled furiously like water brought to a rolling boil.

As for all the ghosts scattered throughout this vast expanse, from lowly Dead Soul-level imps to Yin Sons of Heaven—

they all trembled, screaming as they fell to their knees. Their forms blurred, ghostly qi spilling out in wild disarray, as if they were about to evaporate en masse.

For a time, everything in this region of the underworld seemed to have fallen into hell.

Then Li Hai suddenly said, "Stop."

In but an instant, that unknown aura which had nearly wiped billions of ghost kingdoms from existence abruptly vanished without a trace.

At that very same moment, Li Hai immediately found the source of the aura—an old man eight hundred and seventy million light-years away, sprawled within a heavenly manor and howling in agony.

In Li Hai's vision, the words [Ghost Path → Yin Son of Heaven] on the old man's personal interface were undergoing some drastic transformation, just like his physical form and appearance.

In the blink of an eye, the old man turned into a huge, irregular mass of murky indistinctness, while his Cultivation system became [Dao Slave → Mara].

And with the drastic shift in his Cultivation system, all of the old man's skills and entries underwent various changes as well.

For instance, all his entries had directly risen from level 10 to level 12 out of thin air.

"Mara..."

Li Hai stared straight at the bizarre murky mass hundreds of