"Phantom Beast."
Xi's movements were simple.
With a mere twist of his clasped palms, they folded neatly against his chest.
As if a Spiritual Cultivator unraveling a bounded domain, his aura seamlessly melded with the surrounding realm.
When the faint gleam of the azure sword flickered in his eyes, he almost seemed to transform into a translucent phantom.
Within a few miles, ethereal spirits were conjured.
They were unconscious apparitions drifting aimlessly, fragmented beast souls, or the lingering regrets and resentments of the deceased...
Under the veil of night, the snow-capped mountains became incredibly eerie.
It was as if the realm of the living had connected with the realm of the dead; mortal souls venturing here risked being petrified by fear.
Countless spirits answered the call of the Phantom Sword, now an extension of Xi's will.
They served as both ears and eyes.
"Retrace."
Xi commanded softly.
