For a time, the entire Ghost Mist Cave echoed with waves of sound.
Dense and numerous, long and short.
Hoarse, eerie laughter, terrifying roars, angry growls, and excited whispers.
Every sound made one's scalp tingle and chilled the soul.
Yet standing in the center of the ghostly mist, I suddenly burst into excited laughter. "Hahaha, hahaha!"
At this moment, I finally understood. I was one hundred percent certain.
Why Grandpa had sent me here...
This damn place was a ghost den, a trial ground.
For me, it was the best possible place to break through to a higher realm.
Years of life-and-death battles, prolonged brushes with death, living with my blade at my throat.
They left me filled with surprise and excitement, without the slightest trace of fear.
Grandpa had sent me here, which meant I had the strength to fight here.
It might be dangerous, but it wasn't hopeless.
If that was the case, there was nothing more for me to worry about...
Then I would kill. I would fight. I would slaughter every evil spirit here and strive to comprehend the Dao in battle, breaking through that final limit.
Reaching the Spiritual Wisdom Realm...
Just as that thought crossed my mind, the sound of crawling suddenly rose from the murky mist around me. "Screech, screech, screech."
More than a dozen human-shaped ghosts quickly crawled toward me.
Seeing this, I pressed my left hand over the Tiger-Patterned Iron Pestle and directly activated the manifestation of the Dark Axe.
Before those ghostly figures could get close, a Dark Axe appeared in my hand.
The ghost mist trembled...
With several howls of "Awooo! Awooo!" a few scrawny evil ghosts came crawling over and lunged at me with claws bared.
These ghosts were all skin and bones, with dry yellow skin, sunken