This sword strike sundered vitality and the Soul Spirit.
He was dead.
His body remained.
But his soul had long since scattered to the winds.
Before long,
even his body was gone.
The Yaksha Ghost dissolved into a cloud of ash, scattering on the wind, drifting toward the distant Cyan Mountain and faraway rivers...
The sweep of this blade tore through the grim Ghostly Realm. It split this land in two: one side teemed with vitality, its flowers in full bloom; the other was a wasteland of withered plants, the soil like sand.
「Third Year of Xuanlong.」
The Yaksha Ghost emerged.
Its powerful form, soaring through the sky, had intimidated Su Chen and taught him the power of the Immortal Path.
Back then,
he was only a First Grade, barely able to slay a First Realm Grandmaster.
The Yaksha Ghost, on the other hand, was a Sub-Innate, a High Tier Qi Cultivation Immortal who could have killed him with a flick of its wrist.
At that time,
