So that’s how it is~~
After listening to the scattered pieces of information from the old ghosts in the Soul Prison babbling all at once, Su Bai’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a sigh of realization escaped from his heart.
Why was Su Xiaohei in his previous life so almighty and skilled in everything?
Why did the Su Xiaohei who wasn’t possessed end up becoming the cursed master of ghosts and beasts?
And why was Su Xiaohei in that previous life supremely powerful and unmatched in strategy, single-handedly founding the Xuanyuan Immortal Sect?
Turns out it was because those old ghosts served as an external brain!
How much does the education one receives in childhood affect adulthood?
Su Bai lightly tapped his fingers on the table.
Putting himself in the shoes of his foster son, disciple, and little pet who had yet to establish a proper worldview, spending every day with a group of demons, roaming freely across the Five Domains causing chaos—what would naturally happen under such influence was self-evident.
“Hey, little girl, stop daydreaming. Quickly place the Black Stone on your forehead and let the Soul Prison enter your Sea of Consciousness.”
An old ghost from the Soul Prison impatiently urged.
You want to enter my Sea of Consciousness?
Su Bai let out a soft laugh, his jade hand reaching out as a black long banner appeared, wrapped in swirling black mist.
The banner was painted with sorrowful wailing spirits—grim and terrifying, instilling fear.
With a wave of the banner, the black mist rolled out in waves, and within it emerged shadowy figures snarling, baring teeth, and howling hoarsely, surrounding Su Bai on all sides.
“What a magnificent Ten Thousand Souls Banner. Little girl, I didn’t expect your crafted treasure to be so unique.”
An old ghost stuck close to the Soul Prison, observing the Human Emperor Banner, unable to help but click his tongue in admiration.
“A bunch of old fools, truly making a fuss over nothing. This is clearly my human treasure, the Human Emperor Banner!”
Su Bai’s ruby lips parted lightly, her voice cold and indifferent.
“You old ghosts committed countless sins in life that can never be erased. Why not enter my Human Emperor Banner and serve me, to wash away your evil deeds?”
“Hahaha, you praise me and you’re already panting? Mere Golden Core level. In life, I could have destroyed you with a single move.”
“Don’t you all get it yet? This little girl wants to refine the Soul Prison, making us her cattle and horses, slaves and servants.”
“Refine the Soul Prison? Ahahaha! Don’t talk about her— even if a United Dao Immortal Lord showed up, there’s no way to refine it.”
The old ghosts in the Soul Prison burst into raucous laughter, not taking Su Bai seriously at all.
Su Bai pursed her lips slightly, channeling the immense power of the Human Emperor Banner.
Her expression remained calm as she grabbed the Black Stone, instantly refining it.
The old ghosts’ faces showed utter shock: “You…”
……
Meanwhile, at the Three Mountains Sect, in a secret council chamber of the Elders’ faction.
“That old bastard is finally dead!!”
“Hahaha! Good riddance!! If he hadn’t died, how would we have obtained the Secret Formation to form the Golden Core? Were we supposed to be beasts of burden for the Immortal Alliance?!”
“After all these years of suffering, the results have finally come!”
“Come, come! Drink my fifty-year-aged Bailin Brew!!”
The Elders’ faction sat in a circle, laughing wildly and raising their cups to toast the faction leader Meng He, congratulating him on his upcoming Golden Core formation and wishing him a thousand years of happiness and longevity.
Cups clinked and wine splashed, the atmosphere lively.
After several rounds of wine and dishes of varied flavors, everyone left satisfied and drunk.
Meng He then circulated his spiritual power to dispel his own intoxication and entered a private chamber.
Inside, the formation isolated the room completely from outside interference.
Meng He lit a Thousand-Mile Connection Incense; the smoke curled up slowly, gradually outlining the hologram of a middle-aged male cultivator.
The man wore a moon-white long robe and a purple-gold crown.
His face was square and imposing, with sword-like eyebrows slanting into his temples, and deep bright eyes like stars.
He emanated powerful energy; even without actively releasing it, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.
He was clearly at Golden Core cultivation!
Upon seeing Meng He, the man nodded slightly.
“Good. That old bastard is finally dead. Although it was a few years earlier than expected, it doesn’t matter much.”
“Congratulations, Zhenren.” Meng He bowed respectfully.
The Sect Master of the One Qi Sect waved his hand.
“No need for formalities. According to our prior agreement, what is yours, I will ensure you receive.”
……
“Hiss! This forging technique utterly different from this world’s—little girl, just who exactly are you?”
“Claiming to be the Human Emperor, yet actually the Ten Thousand Souls. Little girl, you truly have the aura of a demonic path cultivator.”
“This black mirror, tsk~ also a forging method alien to this world. Prison Lord, you truly have a profound background.”
Unlike what Su Bai had anticipated, the Soul Prison was not directly refined by her.
Instead, it took root inside the Human Emperor Banner, residing there as if rooted in the Sea of Consciousness, inhaling yin energy and nourishing the banner itself.
In a sense, Su Bai became the first cultivator in history to become the Soul Prison’s Lord without integrating the Black Stone into her Sea of Consciousness, and she also gained authority that none of the previous prison lords had.
The old ghosts in the Soul Prison clicked their tongues in amazement and scratched their heads, trying to coax information from Su Bai.
Their gaze shifted away from the Celestial Emperor Divine Mirror, which was currently displaying the exchange between Meng He and the One Qi Sect Master.
The beauty’s lips curled slightly, her bright eyes curved like the moon, hiding endless thoughts.
The Human Emperor’s three treasures represented more than just the items themselves.
They contained the human race’s legacy from that other world.
The Human Emperor Banner contained the Xuanyuan Demon Refining Array.
The Earth Emperor Cauldron could refine all things into sustenance.
The Celestial Emperor Divine Mirror split into multiple bodies to arrange grand formations, monitoring countless cultivators and wiping out those with unstable hearts.
While Su Bai played political games within the sect, she had not been idle.
Using the split bodies of the Celestial Emperor Divine Mirror, she quietly laid out this all-seeing grand formation that monitored the entire sect without any blind spots.
According to the legacy, this was still far from the Celestial Emperor Divine Mirror’s limits.
The ideal state was for the entire world to be one vast formation, and all heavenly palaces to be celestial mirrors.
Replacing heaven with the formation, carrying out heaven’s will.
Formations rise like surging clouds; mountains and rivers tremble in shadow.
The thoughts of all beings converge in the formation’s well.
Rebels are turned to ashes; followers secretly survive!!
Su Bai had given this formation a name: the Celestial Emperor Soul Lock!
Her slender, fair fingers gently caressed the black banner, where countless wailing and howling souls emitted blood-red resentment that shot into the sky.
Countless blood-colored souls screamed in anger and pain, repeating the same name over and over—Ji Yixue!
Ji Yixue, who was he?
A United Dao Immortal Lord!
After digesting the intelligence gathered from the vengeful souls, Su Bai roughly understood the cause and effect.
About five hundred years ago, a massive city inhabited by countless mortals was suddenly struck by a great power.
This entity used a blood sacrifice ritual to introduce a Yin Vein, turning the city into a realm of ghosts.
In the five centuries that followed, Foundation Establishment cultivators were continuously sent there to die.
On the surface, it was to harvest spiritual pearl shards, but in reality, it was to devour the cultivators’ souls and nurture the Heavenly Essence of the Ten Thousand Spirits.
In principle, such evil acts by demonic cultivators were strictly forbidden by the Immortal Alliance, but principles are one thing, reality another.
The artifact at Su Bai’s waist flickered faintly.
She touched it with her fingertips— a message sent from the Sect Master’s dispatch— the old Golden Core cultivator had fallen.
A gleam flashed through Su Bai’s eyes like a shooting star across the night sky.
She stood up.
A virtual image of a Qingyang Sun slowly rose, illuminating the cave dwelling.
The Three Mountains Sect was about to welcome its most honored Qingyang Sect Master!!
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