This was called a true spirit.
It was also a Yin God.
The Yin Gods deep in the mountains of Western Hunan were precisely this sort of thing. In theory, even if Lin Feng's physical body died now, his true spirit—his Yin God—would not disappear as long as people continued making offerings to him.
Immortality of another kind.
And Lin Feng discovered that he could use all his skills in his Yin God state. In particular, [Mystic Sustenance Method: Feasting on Wind and Drinking Dew] seemed even easier to use once he had shed his physical body.
Lin Feng's newly born Yin God was rather weak, standing only a little over a zhang tall—roughly four meters.
Flames covered his entire body.
At four meters, he was a small giant, but compared to a genuine Yin God, he still fell far short.
For the first time, Lin Feng experienced the full perspective of a Yin God.
The world he saw was utterly different from the one visible to the naked eye.
Looking up, he saw that every star in the Firmament resembled a palace. The moon was an incomparably vast complex of palaces.
The world had layers.
He saw many inexplicable dangers brewing in the Firmament. He even saw corpses floating in the sky.
Dead, but not entirely.
He looked out across Fukou.
He could not see a single one of the people who had originally been here.
Ordinary people could not see Yin Gods, and Yin Gods could not see them either. Without a connection, they could not harm those people.
But he saw the three people standing here, along with countless Spectral Soldiers.
Looking farther away, he found that all of Fukou seemed to have become a spectral domain. Even its famous temples seethed with sinister energy, without a