Huayin stared at the jade slip, his vision darkening in waves.
The Secret Record of Nurturing and Refining Ghosts was a work he had written himself, pouring his heart and blood into it. He knew every ghost-refining method recorded within by heart. And precisely because he knew them by heart, he understood how terrifying those methods were.
Every single technique was enough to deny someone rebirth for all eternity.
"M-my lord," Huayin's voice trembled as he tried to change Chu Mo's mind. "The ferocious ghosts refined through the secret record have no minds of their own. They know only slaughter. I'm still a Nascent Soul cultivator, after all. Keeping my mind intact would make me far more useful than a powerful ferocious ghost!"
"Ah, that's where you're mistaken."
Chu Mo smiled faintly and waved the jade slip. "In your current state, you're nothing but a wisp of remnant soul. Ordinary treasures are of no use to you, and giving you rare spiritual treasures would be far too wasteful. At this rate, sooner or later, your oil will run dry and your lamp will go out, leaving you to return to the void."
Huayin fell silent. He knew the other man was telling the truth.
A remnant soul was different from a complete primordial spirit. Without a dharma form to shelter and nourish it, without a golden vault to house it, it dissipated with every passing moment. He had only managed to cling to life in the world within a world until now by devouring ghosts to extend his ghostly lifespan.
Unless he obtained another body-and it would have to be a body that followed the same Dao path. Unfortunately, judging by this True Lord of Tribulation Deliverance, he would absolutely not
give him that chance.
"However," Chu Mo changed tack,