At the end of the day, the aberrant spirit was merely an ordinary living creature.
After all, by devouring others, one could obtain their memories and transform into any creature from those memories. Any cultivator could do that.
The most unique aspect of an aberrant spirit was assimilation. It possessed a special method that could taint other cultivators. Once tainted, no matter how powerful the cultivator was, they would eventually become a monster that knew only slaughter.
Other than that, aberrant spirits had nothing particularly remarkable about them.
Aberrant spirits could feel fear as well. When they encountered a cultivator they could not afford to provoke, they naturally would not stupidly rush up and fight head-on.
That was what an aberrant spirit was—a truly bizarre defective product.
If a genuine aberration had stood before Ye Lin, he would have turned around and left without saying a word.
"Are you afraid of me? The more afraid you are, the happier I become. I believe you aren't the only one here. Have the rest come out as well."
Ye Lin narrowed his eyes and spoke softly. The next moment, he lightly stamped his right foot. Outside, a blood-red barrier abruptly appeared over the surface of the originally dilapidated hundred-zhang-tall building.
The blood-red barrier enveloped the entire Holy Tower.
Naturally, this was Ye Lin's doing. He had sealed off the entire Holy Tower. Next came the complete extermination of the aberrations within it.
On this journey through the Immortal World fragment, the greatest gain was not the various treasures, but these aberrant spirits.
The more he killed, the more Heavenly Dao merit the Heavenly Dao would reward him with.
If other cultivators learned of this, they would surely swarm into this secret realm in a frenzy to hunt aberrant spirits.
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