"That should do it."
Tendrils of grayish-black mist seeped into his body, Feng Qing'an looked contentedly at the numerous soul-stirring Spectral Souls in front of him, their eyes lively, their faces respectfully beautiful.
Underworld hereafter,
When this abnormality unfolds, it not only forms a realm that resembles the underworld centered on him, but also all Yin Spirits and Ghost Creatures under this phenomenon. As long as their strength is weaker than his, they would be forced to refine, and they would fall under his domination as long as Feng Qing'an give a thought.
The beautiful ghosts and spectres nurtured by the junior sect master in front of him have already become tools for Feng Qing'an to explore and control the Immortal Pulse Phenomenon. Naturally, the results have satisfied him greatly. He barely encountered any resistance and these Spectral Souls have become his possessions.
