C297 Following That It Rose and Fell!

"Spirits?" The black mist chuckled, its gaze locking onto the cultivator as it swept over the onlookers, eyes ablaze with murderous intent. "Indeed, I am like a ghost—immortal and everlasting! I am the will born from my unjust defeat at the hands of Hsu Fann of the Human Race. The Green Wood Shrine has preserved me to this day