The Nether Capital's Golden Vault stretched far and wide. Ghostfolk wandered its streets and alleys, some chanting, some working, others roaming the land in a daze.
Among those faces were Jue Ming, Zhou Buxing, Yun Yi, Qinglin... Yet at this moment, Xuan Meng was missing.
Chu Mo closed his eyes and sensed her. Though Xuan Meng's ghostfolk form had vanished, that did not mean she had escaped his control.
If he wished, he could descend into Xuan Meng in the outside world at any time, control her mind, govern her words and actions, and make her return once more to [
Youxuan].
And it was not just Xuan Meng. Chu Mo could do the same with every ghostfolk in the Nether Capital.
With a single thought, he could descend; every form was him.
Men and women, young and old, Golden Core True Persons, Foundation Establishment disciples, ordinary mortals... All were him, yet none were him.
Chu Mo opened his eyes, looking somewhat odd as he thought, Why does it feel like I'm getting further and further from being human?
He felt that if this continued, sooner or later he would be able to split into countless bodies with a single thought, leaving the world unable to distinguish his true self from his false forms.
His eyes flickered, his thoughts churning. The Netherworld-Passing Register belongs to the Way of the Netherworld: the cycle of life and death, souls returning to netherworld soil, seizing and commanding true spirits... Its other divine abilities and powers all revolve around devouring fate, claiming karma, turning others into selves, and commanding ten thousand through one. Such divine abilities seem to encompass more than the Netherworld tradition alone.
Vaguely, they seemed to touch upon something higher. The feeling was somewhat similar to the Yin-Yang Jade's resurrection.
Chu