"Do you think my pets are so easy to kill? I told you, you'll pay for this." The ghost master roared, his enormous voice even causing the entire nameless space to tremble slightly. "After these miniature ghosts take over your body, you will become a mindless puppet, completely under my control. I can make you live or die as I please. You will be my best pet."
"I told you, you're dreaming!" A faint voice emanated from within the blood-filled sphere.
Countless beams of white light shot out from the surface of the snowball, and suddenly, crimson flames shot into the sky, instantly burning away the countless miniature ghost blood images attached to Ling Yun. An unpleasant burning smell filled the air. The icy energy and the fiery flames collided, instantly creating several whirlwinds of uneven temperature.
The enormous, blood-red right hand of the Blood Statue, the Ghost Master, suddenly developed countless cracks, then broke into countless tiny fragments. Before they even hit the ground, they burst into flames in mid-air. Ling Yun shot out from the palm and kicked the Blood Statue's massive forehead hard: "Now I can finally hit you, right?"
The massive blood statue was kicked, and its twenty-meter-tall body crashed backward. Before the ghostly master blood statue could even get up in a sorry state, a huge spear wreathed in white flames fell from the sky and pierced the blood statue's right eye socket, driving its head deep into the ground.
The ghostly master blood statue let out a shrill howl, and raging white flames instantly engulfed its massive blood-red body, sizzling as it burned. Countless white sparks scattered and flew, obliterating the miniature ghostly blood statues that were still running around on the ground.
"You're also a ghost?" Seeing the blood-like figure rapidly transform into a shapeless pool of blood in the flames, then slowly dissipate into wisps of smoke, Ling Yun's brow furrowed. This wasn't right. He had clearly seen it that day; although the ghost's master hadn't spoken, he was definitely human. Even if the naked eye couldn't see through the disguise, at least his perception wouldn't be wrong. But under the scorching heat of the telekinetic flames, the blood-like figure was clearly composed entirely of cold, yin energy, just like the ghost.
Could it be that only the energy of the ghost body appears within the memory carrier of the ghost crystal? Ling Yun pondered to himself, but he had only invested his mental energy field into the physical body, so why couldn't he sense the ghost master's mental energy field? Things seemed to be getting very strange.
The miniature ghost blood images had all disappeared, while the ghost master's blood image had turned into a raging fire. Only the shape of the burning fire revealed a huge human figure, but the cold energy had been greatly reduced, and the human figure had shrunk to about the same height as Ling Yun.
The ghostly master's blood-red image ceased to make any sound, not even a struggle. Ling Yun's expression turned grim. This didn't mean the ghostly master was dead; on the contrary, unexpected changes were very likely to occur.
Sure enough, the ghostly master, Blood Image, engulfed in flames, suddenly stretched out his arm, pulled out the telekinetic spear stuck in his eye socket, and slowly sat up from the ground. Suddenly, the white that was burning on his body turned into a deep red, and even Ling Yun's telekinetic spear turned into a deep red as well.
The Ghost Master stood up again, silently taking a step forward. The blood image had completely disappeared; the Ghost Master was now a fire image composed entirely of crimson flames, with two slightly yellowish flames reforming into two terrifying pupils. He raised Ling Yun's telekinetic spear, the crimson flame cat tip aimed at Ling Yun's chest.
Ling Yun's heart sank. In that brief moment, he had tried to recall his telekinetic spear countless times, but all his attempts were like stones sinking into the sea. The telekinetic spear didn't react at all, seemingly having truly become the opponent's weapon.
This is absolutely impossible. Every superhuman has absolute control over their telekinetic abilities. It's impossible for someone else to control their telekinetic weapon. Telekinesis is an integral part of Ling Yun's body; even if it were separated, he could still sense and control it as easily as his own arm. But…
The impossible has happened.
Moreover, Ling Yun was unable to use his mental field to perceive how the ghost master's fiery form was formed. In his perception, the other party's body was a humanoid figure made of pure flames. In any sense, this humanoid figure was not a life form with conscious characteristics. However, just by seeing the spear that was constantly dripping blood-red flames, Ling Yun knew that he was wrong.
The ghost master had become an existence that Ling Yun could not comprehend, an existence that even surpassed Ling Yun's understanding of the concept of superpowers.
Suddenly, the flaming spear, accompanied by a strong gale, swiftly pierced towards Ling Yun's chest. When the spearhead was halfway through its strike, it suddenly began to change. Three sharp flaming spearheads appeared on the shaft, and countless flaming characters flickered on the egg-thick shaft. By the time it reached Ling Yun's chest, it had transformed into a burning trident!
Chapter 146 Ghostly Embryo
Ling Yun retreated quickly, and the flaming trident missed its target. However, the red flames on the trident intensified, and the handle suddenly extended considerably. The sharp spearhead grazed Ling Yun's shoulder. Startled, Ling Yun hadn't expected the trident to have such a transformation. Just as he was about to leap high to dodge again, the flaming trident suddenly transformed into a flaming rope, coiling around Ling Yun's ankle like a nimble python.
A searing pain shot through his ankle, the red flames reaching a temperature of 500 degrees Celsius. In the blink of an eye, the skin on his ankle turned charred black, and the fire snake spiraled upwards rapidly, engulfing Ling Yun in an instant.
A chill emanated from Ling Yun's body; this was the Ice Technique, a unique skill taught to him by Professor Gu Xiaorou, capable of lowering the temperature to minus one hundred degrees Celsius within five seconds. If used in the air, it would condense moisture into massive blocks of ice, freezing the opponent. Ling Yun couldn't help but smile wryly, never expecting it would be used to extinguish a fire.
The low temperature instantly extinguished the fire snake, and the steaming water vapor, like a thick fog, engulfed Lingyun. The ghost master's flame image revealed a ferocious smile, and its flame hands suddenly stretched out, reaching into the thick fog and grabbing the flustered Lingyun out of the air.
When the fiery figure grabbed his chest, Ling Yun suddenly froze. His mental energy field was completely sealed by a sudden, powerful force, rendering him completely powerless. He couldn't even move a single finger. He could only look at the ghost master with resentment. Was this the ghost master's true power? If he had displayed such power from the beginning, Ling Yun would have had no chance to fight back. Why bother with the mystery of letting Ling Yun enter the ghost's memory vessel?
The flame-like entity seemed to have the ability to manipulate its own flames. Although the flames grabbed Ling Yun's chest with both hands, even the clothes on his chest were not ignited by the flames.
"Out of options, kid?" the flame-like figure said. Its voice sounded strange, with the syllables seemingly mixed with the crackling sound of burning flames. Through its transparent mouth made of flames, one could clearly see the huge blood-stained image still behind it.
Ling Yun wanted to say something, but his body was stiff and uncontrollable, and he couldn't even open his mouth to speak. After his mental energy field was suppressed, apart from his superhuman physical abilities, he was no different from an ordinary person and could only be slaughtered by others.
A huge question mark gradually rose in his mind: if the flame-like form of this ghost master could not be sensed, then how was it formed? Could it be that the opponent's ability was far stronger than his own, to the point that he could not sense the opponent's true power? The answer was obviously no. If even a mental field could not be sensed, what kind of powerful existence would it be? Even his teacher, Yu Xiujie, did not have such a powerful ability.
Clearly, this was a supernatural ability displayed by the other party. Even if the real ghost master was stronger than him, it was only to a limited extent; he simply hadn't seen through it.
"I told you, I am the master here, and you have no power to resist," the flame-like creature said slowly, with bright flames dripping from its body from time to time. "You killed my ghost pet, so you must be punished by me."
As Ling Yun opened his mouth as if to say something, the flame-like entity slightly released its grip, relinquishing some of its suppressive power. Having gained an overwhelming advantage, it wanted to taunt the defeated boy and find out what he wanted to say. Ideally, he would beg for mercy first, and then it would humiliate him thoroughly before finally ending his life, the ghost master thought maliciously.
"Pah!" Ling Yun spat out a mouthful of phlegm at the fiery statue, which hit its face at close range, making a sizzling sound. "You're nothing but a self-righteous bastard who calls himself a ruler. How utterly ridiculous."
The fiery hand immediately tightened its grip on the boy's neck, instantly turning Ling Yun's face purple. "Angering me is not a good thing," the fiery figure said slowly. "If you beg for mercy, I will consider giving you less time to torture you."
Ling Yun laughed weakly: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Do you think you've already won?" As he spoke, two blazing crimson flames suddenly burst forth in his pupils, like two burning lighthouses.
The Ghost Master stared at Ling Yun with equally burning eyes. For some reason, he felt a vague unease. This young man gave him a strange feeling, as if he might slip from his grasp at any moment and devour him instead. Although the Ghost Master had absolute confidence in this nameless space, unease still welled up from the deepest corners of his heart.
After thinking for a moment, the Ghost Master abandoned his plan to torment Ling Yun. His unease was the main reason, and before he could completely end Ling Yun's life, anything could happen; the Ghost Master didn't want things to escalate.
With a wave of his empty, fiery hand, Ling Yun suddenly saw several faint, transparent figures appear in the air around him. Their hideous faces were barely visible, and they appeared to be the ghosts that Ling Yun had previously destroyed.
Seeing the slight surprise on Ling Yun's face, the ghost master smiled smugly: "Surprised? Don't worry, they're not real ghosts, but rather ghost embryos I created using psychic magic. Aside from their instinctive possession abilities, they don't yet possess any offensive capabilities, but..."
At this point, he deliberately slowed his tone, as if to provoke Ling Yun: "Once they possess your body, you will become a puppet, completely controlled by me, from mind to body. Through this control, I can know all your memories and abilities, including your family, your lover, and everything about you. Then, I will send you back to where you live and use you to deal with your family and friends. Once new ghost nascent bodies are created, I will control everyone in your family one by one, turning them all into my puppets. Don't you think that would be interesting?"
At this point, the Flame Statue threw its head back and let out a wild laugh, all the flames on its body burning even more fiercely and joyfully, as if echoing its unusually triumphant mood.
Ling Yun listened expressionlessly, his emotions unwavering, but the flames burning in his eyes grew even stronger, which made the ghost master feel a little disappointed.
The ghostly embryo slowly approached Ling Yun's body, and then, as if attracted by something, plunged into Ling Yun's body.
Ling Yun suddenly straightened his back, his face contorted in extreme pain. His body was suddenly arched into an unnatural shape in the hands of the flame-like figure, and several large, slowly moving bulges appeared under his skin from time to time before slowly disappearing.
The boy's hands flailing wildly in the air, struggling desperately as if trying to grasp something. The ghost master extended its fiery arm several meters, lifting Ling Yun two meters above the ground, its deep red fiery eyes fixed on the dying Ling Yun. The power of a nascent ghost is far inferior to that of a fully formed ghost. Even if several nascent ghosts possess someone simultaneously, it still takes time. Controlling the other's thoughts and consciousness relies entirely on instinct, which not only increases the complexity and difficulty of possession but also adds immeasurable pain to the possessed being.
Moreover, even after corrupting the opponent's consciousness, only one ghostly embryo can successfully possess the host. Several ghostly embryos first work together, and then kill each other, leaving only the strongest embryo to possess the host. Furthermore, once a ghostly embryo successfully possesses the host, it completely merges with the host, and the process is irreversible, unlike a fully formed ghost which can both possess and leave the host at any time.
Ghost nascent bodies can be produced in large numbers at once. The Ghost Master can even condense dozens of ghost nascent bodies using only psychic abilities and cold energy. However, cultivating these nascent bodies into fully formed ghosts is extremely difficult, requiring perfect timing, location, and luck. The Ghost Master is highly skilled in psychic abilities, but after spending several years, he has only managed to cultivate a dozen or so fully formed ghosts. His efforts have not been in vain; the strongest ghost, after possessing someone, can even rival the strength of a Heavenly Eye Sect soldier, and is absolutely under his control, making it a great asset.
However, unexpectedly, within just over ten minutes, all the pets, including the strongest ghost, were burned to ashes by the young man's telekinetic flames, destroying years of hard work in an instant. The ghost's master, caught off guard and filled with rage, initially wanted to thoroughly humiliate Ling Yun before taking his life. But upon seeing Ling Yun's powerful physique and extraordinary abilities, the ghost's master changed his mind. Wouldn't turning Ling Yun into a subservient puppet be far better than having a dozen unspeakable ghosts?
Ling Yun's struggles gradually weakened, his head drooped limply, and he lay motionless on the fiery hand as if dead. But the ghost master did not let him go; instead, he continued to stare intently, his burning eyes suddenly shooting out two beams of cold, lightning-like light that struck Ling Yun's body.
Ling Yun suddenly moved, his head jerked up, his fair face showing a bluish-purple undertone, and a faintly ferocious transparent face appeared on his face. The pupils that had been burning with white flames in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by terrifying white pupils that shimmered with a ghostly blue light.
Two sharp, narrow fangs slowly emerged from the corners of Ling Yun's mouth, gleaming with a bright green light in the air.