The changes in the Heaven and Earth Furnace at this moment were merely one of its nine methods of control.
What it was like now was certainly not what he wanted.
The most pressing task was to quickly understand the other methods of control and suppress the aura of the Heaven and Earth Furnace once more.
Su Shi'er focused wholeheartedly, his hands moving without pause.
Several dozen li away from the towering peak.
Without anyone noticing, tens of thousands of human cultivators had already gathered there.
Behind the human cultivators, towering ghostly qi turned into ghost mist, sweeping in wave after wave like a tide.
Within those waves, countless ghosts could be seen moving about.
Besides the ghosts, innumerable ghost cultivators hid within the ghost mist, casting spells.
Facing the incoming ghost mist, the human cultivators formed line after line of defenses, likewise using spells to batter the mist.
Under the repeated collisions of energy, ghost cultivators perished within the ghost mist without end.
Yet the human cultivators fared no better. With every tidal surge of ghost mist, no one knew how many cultivators lost their lives.
And once cultivators died, before their golden cores or nascent souls could escape, the ghost cultivators within the mist captured them with secret techniques.
In the blink of an eye, they were collected into Magical Treasures such as soul banners, becoming part of the ghost mist before turning around to attack the human cultivators.
Faced with such methods from the ghost cultivators, the defensive lines formed by the human cultivators were steadily collapsing.
The tens of thousands of cultivators present all looked frantic, their eyes filled with despair.
The endlessly crashing ghost mist left them unable to see even the faintest hope of survival.
Or rather, these tens of thousands of cultivators had