The newcomer was none other than the Yin-Yang Dharma King.
A red satin ribbon was tied around his head, and a pair of dark-blue ring sabers hung across his back. Nine vermilion skulls circled him. His hair was gathered into a topknot, with loose strands spilling out around it.
He wore a purple monk's robe, its sleeves embroidered with images of Buddhas.
Half layman, half monk; half devil, half Daoist—that was the look of him.
"Senior, since when did you become a bandit?"
Su Che eyed the Star Raft beneath his feet.
Creation Sword Intent spread like a ripple, slowly sweeping over it.
Buddhist principles truly had their own peculiar uses. This entire Star Raft was a living organism of some kind. The Hungry Ghosts aboard were connected to it through some channel, forming a strange symbiosis.
The matter and vital energy the Hungry Ghosts plundered flowed constantly into the Star Raft. In return, it gave them a home and a vessel for crossing the Void...
No.
Su Che sensed the bond between them.
More precisely, the Star Raft was the Hungry Ghosts' mother organism—a mother to them in all but name.
Even now, who knew how many Hungry Ghosts were undergoing Transformation Birth inside it?
How marvelous. Could this be another kind of Ghost Mother?
Among the Yin Demons of the Devil Sect was a type called the Ghost Mother Demon. One Yin Demon served as the mother and produced countless offspring demons. When unleashed, they surged like a flood, ten thousand demons pouring forth at once. Anyone with weaker cultivation and no defensive divine abilities would likely meet with disaster.
There were similar things in the Buddhist School's Hungry Ghost Path. Su Che had no idea whether the Buddhist Ghost Mother had been converted from a Yin Demon,