Ice, shattered stone, following the principle of Motion and Stillness, slowly rotated without cease.
A moment's carelessness would send them crashing into one another, bursting forth with even more dust.
Su Che carefully threaded his way among them. Though he employed the method of Twofold Elemental Magnetism, the mana was borrowed from Purple-Hidden Impermanence, that innate Thunder Ghost.
If he had not now had the time to carefully study the mana pathways of these Ghost Cultivators, Su Che would never have known that the Ghost Cultivators of Great Azure Mountain actually had two masters.
One was the Azure Void Sect, leader of the Mystic Gate on the side of the Seventy-Two Kingdoms; the other lineage came from the Buddha Realm of Western Heaven.
The secrecy of that inheritance, the depth of concealment maintained by these Ghost Cultivators—if Su Che had not held Ruomu and "converted" them all, he likely would never have uncovered the mystery within.
Even these Ghost Cultivators themselves had sealed away the relevant "memories" due to certain arrangements.
The chaos on the side of the Seventy-Two Kingdoms surely had no shortage of these great monks stirring the winds and driving the waves from behind the scenes.
But uncovering all this had little meaning for Su Che now.
Compared to his own present circumstances, the Seventy-Two Kingdoms were simply beyond the reach of his whip.
His first priority was still to find signs of human habitation.
As Su Che moved through the asteroid belt, he suddenly sensed a trace of killing intent.
Though distant, it gave Su Che a glimmer of hope.
No matter what that killing intent came from—human or beast—it meant that his nearly year-long drifting had finally borne fruit.
If it was a person, then he had finally made contact with the civilized world. If