In the cold, abyssal depths, Qin Yang kept swimming downward.
The evil entities he had slain were merely ordinary ones.
They did not even qualify as Vengeful Spirits.
For so many people to have died, something even more terrifying had to be lurking here.
Since he was already here, Qin Yang did not want his first mission to end in failure.
Turtle-Snake Qi circulated through his body, so he had no need to breathe as he rapidly descended.
When he reached the bed of the North River, he paused in slight surprise.
He saw a mysterious, eerie pattern drawn across the riverbed.
The lines of the pattern were densely packed, and at a single glance—
They rapidly expanded in his mind, transforming into a blue-faced, fanged ghost head that viciously bit toward him.
"Seeking death!"
Qin Yang could feel the current turning swift and turbulent, proving this was no illusion.
With a low roar, he gripped his blade with both hands, condensed Blade Breaker Qi, and slashed straight ahead.
Even the freezing current was cleaved apart by the edge of the Soaring Moon Blade.
Splash~
The Blue-Faced Ghost let out a miserable shriek and was sent flying by Qin Yang's slash.
Qin Yang sneered, his hands moving rapidly as the Soaring Moon Blade swept out like a gust of wind.
Squelch!
The Blue-Faced Ghost was violently sliced in two by the Soaring Moon Blade, dispersing into surging water.
"What exactly is this ghostly thing?"
Qin Yang stared at the strange pattern in the depths.
No matter how he looked at it, it resembled a formation from the legends.
"Could someone be secretly controlling the evil entities born in the North River?"
Qin Yang's gaze flickered.
When he moved closer, he saw a Blue Banner planted at the center of the