Chapter 129: Mysterious Space

Meng Yifan held the Ghost Head Blade and moved quickly across the battlefield. Every time he passed a relatively intact corpse, he would touch it with the Ghost Head Blade to see if he could absorb a soul.

The special space within the Ghost Head Blade was truly miraculous. Meng Yifan's Spiritual Power went inside to take a look; the entire space was filled with Yin Qi, dim and murky, and he could not tell how large it was.

In the center, there was a dim light where a circular Parade Ground was located, capable of holding two ghost generals and one hundred ghost soldiers.

Around the Parade Ground were some low-thatched huts; the souls Meng Yifan had collected lived in these huts.

"It can form its own space; what grade of Dharma Treasure is the Ghost Head Blade exactly, to be so miraculous?" Meng Yifan's heart was filled with confusion and bewilderment.

He had come into contact with many Dharma Treasures now and increasingly discovered that the Ghost Head Blade was extraordinary. The current Ghost Head Blade was still a defective item, with its right eye socket still empty. If he found its right eyeball, what would the Ghost Head Blade evolve into?

Meng Yifan's heart was filled with anticipation, but he did not know where the Ghost Head's right eyeball was, nor did he know if it could be found.

Meng Yifan stopped overthinking. There were only thirty-some ghost soldiers on the Parade Ground now; he should take this opportunity to collect more powerful ghost soldiers.

Martial Artists had vigorous blood and Qi; even after death, the Yin Souls they left behind were relatively stronger. These soldiers of the Divine Machine Battalion were at least First Grade Martial Artists.

After they died, their souls hid within their corpses. It was daytime now, and the Summer Sun Blade was like fire; if these souls left their corpses, they would be incinerated by the flames and would soon dissipate.

The physical body was the foundation for a soul's survival. Once the physical body died, it would rapidly decay and could no longer provide shelter for the soul.

According to folklore on Earth, under normal circumstances, the soul of a deceased person would remain in the body for seven days, and on the seventh day, it would depart completely to the Netherworld.

But after Meng Yifan held the Ghost Head Blade, he discovered that this world of the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty was different from the legends on Earth. Here, after the physical body died, the time a soul survived was very short, basically dissipating completely after ten minutes.

Meng Yifan did not know why this was the case and could only attribute it to the different rules of the two worlds.

Meng Yifan picked and chose, prioritizing the souls left behind by Second Grade Martial Artists. Their soul bodies were formidable, and the ghost soldiers refined by the Ghost Head Blade would have even greater combat power.

It was a pity that some Second Grade Experts of the Divine Machine Battalion had been blown to smithereens by Explosive Shells. Their souls, lacking the protection of a corpse, were directly exposed to the air, like ice cubes placed in a furnace, and soon melted away completely, which Meng Yifan found very regrettable.

Meng Yifan executed Lingbo Microsteps, moving as fast as a gust of wind. When the Ghost Head Blade absorbed Yin Souls, it would emit bursts of black mist, inside which ghost shadows flickered and the sounds of Ghost Crying Wolf Howling surrounded the area, looking truly hair-raising.

Two minutes later, Meng Yifan had already patrolled the battlefield once. He had recruited fifteen souls of Second Grade Martial Artists, and all other ghost soldier slots were filled with the souls of First Grade High-Level Martial Artists.

This time, Meng Yifan also recruited over four hundred souls of different grades. They all possessed Yin Soul Power, which could provide energy for the ghost soldiers and ghost generals.

The Yin Soul Power of souls had many uses; not only could it cultivate ghost generals and ghost soldiers, but it could also accelerate the countdown of the Game Panel.

As long as there were enough souls, Meng Yifan could return to Earth again.

Meng Yifan had already experimented; the soul of an ordinary person could only reduce the Game Panel's countdown by one hour.

The soul of a First Grade Martial Artist could reduce it by half a day, and the soul of a Second Grade Martial Artist could reduce it by five days.

The soul of a Third Grade Martial Artist contained even more potent Yin Soul Power and would certainly be able to reduce the countdown even more.

It was a pity Meng Yifan had not experimented with one yet; he had only encountered three so far. Zhang Butou was now his ghost general, and the souls of Zhang Chao and Wang Zhanbiao had both been devoured by the ghost soldiers led by Zhang Butou.

Meng Yifan craved an Immortal Cultivation Technique; on one hand, he planned to go to Wanxiang Tower to see if he could find one.

On the other hand, he recalled that on the internet on Earth, there were many Immortal Cultivation Techniques, both real and fake.

In the past, Meng Yifan had scoffed at these mysterious Immortal Cultivation Techniques, but now he held the Ghost Head Blade and could truly recruit souls and refine ghost soldiers and ghost generals; these things had completely changed Meng Yifan's outlook on life.

"Perhaps those Immortal Cultivation Techniques on the internet are real?" Meng Yifan's eyes flickered, as if he had discovered a great treasure.

When Meng Yifan was bored in the past and surfing the internet, he seemed to have seen a theory that Earth had already entered the End of Dharma Era, Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was scarce, and Immortal Cultivators could not absorb Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, which was why many sects on Earth could no longer cultivate immortality.

Many Immortal Cultivation Techniques that were originally kept secret had been posted directly online. To ordinary people, these techniques were just useless things, but to Meng Yifan, they were priceless treasures.

"I must go back as soon as possible. Most of the Immortal Cultivation Techniques online must be fake, but what if some are real?" Meng Yifan's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and he trembled with excitement.

"Not enough souls." Meng Yifan frowned, but then he had a change of thought: there were still the Three Great Gangs in the city. Once he wiped out these three wicked Three Great Gangs, he would surely be able to harvest a large batch of souls, and then he could return to Earth again.

"What is your name?" Meng Yifan asked the Centurion of the Divine Machine Battalion.

"Great King, this lowly one is named Wang Dahai," Wang Dahai said cautiously. Wang Dahai had seen the scene of Meng Yifan using the Ghost Head Blade to absorb souls.

Although he was a mortal with flesh eyes and could not see Yin Souls, as a Second Grade Lower Tier Martial Artist, his perception was sharp, and he clearly sensed strands of Yin Attribute energy being absorbed into the Ghost Head Blade. This shocked Wang Dahai, and his gaze toward Meng Yifan was filled with awe.

"Being able to absorb souls, this is the method of an Immortal Master. Could this rebel leader be a mysterious and unfathomable Immortal Master?"

Wang Dahai was terrified; he dared not offend Meng Yifan, because he knew that an Immortal Master who could drive souls and command ghosts could truly make him wish for death.

"Take these captives to the small woods nearby and dig a pit. Dig it deep; it must be enough to bury all these corpses," Meng Yifan said.

Wang Dahai nodded and bowed as he went to work. These captives were all Martial Artists, and their strength was much greater than that of ordinary people; even with their bare hands, they could dig out a large pit.

As they dug deeper and deeper, Wang Dahai felt very uneasy. He was very afraid that Meng Yifan and his people would simply bury them alive in the pit.

Wang Dahai had thought about escaping during the chaos, but thinking of Meng Yifan's ghostly speed, he knew he certainly could not escape.