Subsequently, Gu Xing turned his head towards the direction from which the voice came.
The Ghost Qi here gradually coalesced.
Eventually forming a blurred, aged silhouette composed entirely of pure Ghost Qi.
He was hunched, his visage ancient, yet even though it was just a shadow.
It gave off an unfathomable, profound feeling as though it was one with all of heaven and earth.
Especially those eyes, seeming murky, yet within the blink of an eye, suns, moons, and stars seemed to exist within them.
Gu Xing was slightly startled in his heart.
Indeed, his previous speculation was not wrong.
This figure was the will of this world!
At this moment.
The silhouette first glanced comfortingly at Qing Shuang, whose aura had already calmed and gaze clear.
Then its eyes fell on Gu Xing, with an indescribable complex emotion.
This world was originally not possible to be inherited by a member of the Ghost Race who had a contract with the Human Race.
But...
