After nearly two thousand years of secluded cultivation, Yao Xinghe had officially set foot upon the path of ghosts, and his mastery of ghost-path arts had grown ever more refined.
In Yao Xinghe's words, the core of ghost-path arts lay in influencing and controlling the three souls and seven spirits.
With Yao Xinghe's current abilities, if he wished, he could let others see him—or make it so they could neither see nor even sense his existence.
When he vanished before Jiang Feng, even Jiang Feng could not detect the slightest trace of aura or fluctuation.
At first, there had still been a trail of ghostly qi to follow, but now, he had become completely invisible and formless.
This left Jiang Feng somewhat uneasy. He immediately used the power of the contract to inspect him, and only then did he see a nearly transparent mist floating before him.
It seemed that this nearly transparent mist was Yao Xinghe's true body in its current state.
As for the appearance Jiang Feng could see, it was entirely an image Yao Xinghe had formed within Jiang Feng's mind by influencing his three souls and seven spirits.
No wonder Jiang Feng's hand had passed straight through him when he tried to pat him.
No wonder he could freely imitate and transform into figures imagined in other people's minds.
Presumably, as long as he wished, he could make others see anything at all!
Being able to inspect Yao Xinghe's existence through the contract let Jiang Feng breathe a sigh of relief.
After all, if he could not detect Yao Xinghe at all, then he would lose control over him.
If that happened, should Yao Xinghe ever lose control, it would undoubtedly spell a catastrophe of colossal proportions for the God Realm.
Just then, the tower spirit