At the heart of Northern Mang Mountain.
Waves of savage, bloody aura, almost tangible, spread ceaselessly outward. Under their assault, the ancient hall had already become a heap of ruined walls.
Whoosh!
Keen sword qi cleared the way, cutting every blood shadow to pieces.
Xu Guike stopped in midair. Looking down at the source of the aura, he frowned. "Is that Yu Shuangchi? Wasn't he trying to break through to Spirit Transformation? How did he turn himself into this thing, neither human nor ghost?"
An oval blood sphere, roughly a zhang tall, stood there, looking somewhat like an egg. Countless sinister blood shadows streamed in from outside and plunged straight into it.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Heavy, drumlike heartbeats came from within the blood sphere, plainly revealing the terrifying vitality of the creature gestating inside.
"Hmph! Whatever you become, I'll kill you!"
Xu Guike snorted coldly, a ruthless gleam flashing in his eyes. He pressed two fingers together like a sword, and a three-foot gray-white sword radiance emerged from his fingertips, flickering in and out.
"Go!"
At his low command, the sword radiance left his fingers and pierced the blood sphere with a hum.
To his surprise, however, the blood sphere did not change in the slightest after taking the blow. His sword radiance vanished like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
Just then-
Whoosh!
Another person arrived: Great Scholar Song.
Great Scholar Song was somewhat surprised to see Xu Guike here. "Young friend Xu, hmm-you've formed your Nascent Soul."
Xu Guike was equally surprised. He nodded. "I never expected to meet you here, Great Scholar Song. Have you come for Yu Shuangchi as well?"
More than three hundred years ago, Silver Moon City in the Far North had been destroyed, and every cultivator and mortal within it had perished.