This was why Tang Changsheng had come to the Hongdong Spirit Realm.
He searched it from top to bottom. Sure enough, not a trace of spiritual light remained anywhere in the Spirit Realm. Even the Wicked Ghosts had left after laying the place to waste.
Tang Changsheng smiled in satisfaction, but he dared not linger, lest something unexpected happen. An Ancestral Spirit was far too important to a Tribal Stockade...
Tang Changsheng pointed at the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp, and a Warrior Spirit emerged from its flame. He roared furiously, struggling to break free.
Tang Changsheng flicked the lamp without ceremony, leaving him reeling.
"A fool who doesn't know what's good for him..." Tang Changsheng sneered. He said no more. When it came to refining Ghost Soldiers, he was an old hand.
With the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp and Wishfire at his disposal, there was no need to waste words. He would refine this Warrior Spirit first.
Wishfire followed Tang Changsheng's will. It could destroy, or it could serve other purposes.
As the Wishfire burned, it stripped the warrior of every impurity: Yin Energy, Ghost Aura, and even his lingering memories and obsessions.
All that remained was a body as pure and translucent as glass.
That was not enough. Tang Changsheng kept the Wishfire burning, pouring a steady stream of Incense and Fire Prayer Power into the warrior. Bright White Light gradually shone from him. Only when threads of red appeared within it did Tang Changsheng finally stop.
He was not entirely satisfied. He needed the Warrior Spirit to be stronger if he was to take the Ancestral Spirit's place. But given the limits of his own cultivation, this was as far as he could refine him.
He had consumed a great deal of Sky Silver. Though this Warrior Spirit