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The Triangle Soul Banner swayed in the sky. The colorful ribbons on the Fan Pole fluttered in the wind like mourning banners, as countless ghosts struggled out from the Hun Fan, kneeling and weeping before the name of Shri Dakini inscribed upon it.
The Old Monk's expression changed dramatically. Ghosts were ominous, embodiments of disaster. They resided in the Five Torments Hell, where their souls endured torment day and night, harboring deep grudges. Within them lay either obsessions or grievances.
Ghosts worship souls, while humans seek rebirth. This was a sinister method for spirits to find substitutes. Day and night, they knelt and wept before the living, pleading for their Birth Chart. They would kneel continuously for forty-nine days. By draining the living's fortune and luck, they could seize the opportunity to invade a living body, thus achieving their goal of reincarnation.
Those possessed by ghosts were referred to as Zombies. The Hundred Demons Worship Souls was a Left-Handed Forbidden Technique. On the ethereal faces of the black Li Gui, blood tears even flowed—Ghost Tears! It was said that only Li Gui could shed tears.
Ghost Tears, also known as Gui Lu, were treasures formed from Grudge and Sha Qi, capable of aiding Deviant Arts and Cultivation techniques with significant benefits.
Crack! Crack! The surface of Shri Dakini's skeletal body appeared visibly dry and cracked, covered with a mottled brass-like sheen, resembling an ancient relic weathered by time. Its aura was gradually weakening.
Om! In the hollow eye sockets of Shri Dakini, flickering black flames danced continuously. It was filled with trepidation!
The Old Monk and Shri Dakini shared a profound connection of thoughts.
Shri Dakini could sense the thoughts and emotions swirling around her. Was she truly afraid of that Daoist Zuo? What a joke! She was a supreme deity of Dun Zong. How could she fear a mere mortal practicing Deviant Arts?
The Triangle Soul Banner catalyzed the Black Qi Big Hand, which was tugging at Shri Dakini's soul, forcing her to continuously swing her Gabara Bone Staff to strike at the Black Hand. Yet, it seemed futile. The Black Qi Big Hand appeared to be ethereal, like gas, impervious to the blows from her Human Bone Staff.
With a roar of frustration, Shri Dakini unleashed a cry filled with defiance. In her left hand, she held the Kapala Bowl, which she shook vigorously. The blood within boiled and writhed, transforming into a grotesque Crimson ghostly figure. This figure lacked facial features, save for a massive blood-red mouth.
The eerie Xian Xue Gui Ying began to open its gaping maw at an impossible angle, its jaws snapping open and shut as it frantically attempted to devour the Black Qi Big Hand.
Zuo Ci chuckled softly, seemingly unfazed by the spectacle.
This Liu Hun Fan was an artifact crafted in ancient times by the Tongtian Jiao Master to subdue the Sage. It was forged with unparalleled magical power, and even a Sage had to tread carefully around it. Although the version he created was a counterfeit, it still consumed vast amounts of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, making it difficult to replicate even a fraction of its true essence.
Once its name was inscribed, only a master of Tongjing could hope to sever the Liu Hun Fan's soul-binding grasp. This was the Causal Path. No matter how much the Xian Xue Gui Ying tried to consume it, the Black Qi Big Hand remained steadfast and unmoving, as solid as bronze cast in iron.
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