It was as though an extra funnel had appeared inside the ghost's body. The essence vital energy it had painstakingly cultivated for years was being ceaselessly torn into that funnel, and even some fundamental foundation that formed part of its present being was being drawn in, slowly sliding toward it.
Its mana would not obey, its divine abilities seemed forgotten, and even its most core will was as fragile as a sheet of coarse hemp paper.
Situ Tu stared at Liu Yidao before him in shock.
"Demon Seed? You... what did you do to me...?"
Su Che did not answer. He quietly sensed the changes within the void. At this moment, Third Young Master Su could feel an invisible tide endlessly rising and falling between Heaven and Earth, its source the thoughts and feelings of all living beings.
It came from the unease, fear, fury, and suppressed restraint of the imperial army lying in ambush nearby, combined with the resentment, venom, and hatred of the ghosts here, even the rage and brutality of the Three Demons of Mystic Mountain...
All kinds of emotions intertwined and fused into one furnace. Though this power seemed ethereal and Su Che had no means of using it for now, it became the finest catalyst for the Sword Gu.
The Sword Gu lodged between Situ Tu's brows was greedily absorbing and digesting those emotions, melding them with the essence vital energy it had plundered from Situ Tu.
If the Sword Gu was a divine weapon being forged, then the emotions of these living beings were the furnace fire tempering its edge, while Situ Tu was the sword material being smelted.
Huff.
Su Che exhaled a breath of turbid air. The Liu Yi avatar drew both hands forward, as though praying to an invisible deity in