"Do you know our Sacred Realm?" A flicker of surprise passed over the scholar's face. "Though we know little about the ancient Magi Realm, we are well aware that you and the ancient cultivators have long been at odds—indeed, in ancient times, your realm once sought to dominate ours. That alone is sufficient." Wei Wuyacha, concealed within the green mist, spoke with a cold, composed tone. Upon hearing this, the Master of the Gui Ling Sect and Wang Tiangu immediately turned pale, black glimmers flashing across their bodies as waves of dark qi surged outward, forming protective shields around them. The two remained vigilant, instinctively retreating two paces. Though they had never heard of the ancient Magi Realm or the ancient magi, the sight of Wei Wuyacha treating them as serious adversaries, coupled with the scholar's steady, confident demeanor, naturally heightened their alertness. "As for who I am—right now, you needn't know. But I intend to strike a deal with you. Should it succeed, your cultivation levels could surge dramatically—entering the Huashen stage is very much within reach. Would any of you be interested in hearing what I have to offer?" The scholar's face remained calm as he spoke word by word. "Oh, what a fortunate turn of events! Let me hear it then!" The ghost spirit gate master and Wang Tiangu exchanged a glance, remaining composed. "It's quite simple. I'm sure you've both seen this ancient magical body behind me. I would like to ask you three to help lift the seals upon it. In return, I will use this body to open a narrow rift leading to the Sacred Realm, and then draw upon the true magical essence of a Sacred Ancestor to infuse it into you three, cultivating within you the supreme magical body. From that point on, you will become members of my Sacred Realm. How do you find this proposal? With your current potential, once the infusion is successful, your cultivation will surely advance dramatically—entering the stage of Transformation is not only possible, but imminent." The scholar's voice was full of persuasive appeal. "Unsealing the seals and infusing magical essence?" The ghost spirit gate master listened, his heart stirred deeply. To experience such a rapid leap in cultivation, even reaching the stage of Transformation—this was truly an irresistible attraction for any cultivator. At once, he turned his gaze and saw Wang Tiangu's expression likewise stirred, clearly also moved by what he saw. "How can you two be so foolish! Do you really think that after channeling magical energy, you'll still remain yourselves? Perhaps you'll lose your minds entirely and become mere puppets of the ancient magic beings." Wei Wuyacha, having lived so long, was naturally seasoned and perceptive—he immediately sensed the two's intentions. Without hesitation, he awakened them with these words. "What do you mean, Wei brother?" Wang Tiangu felt as though a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, and his mind cleared somewhat. "What do I mean? Can you really believe in the magical beings from the other realm? Though you may not fully understand the process of channeling magical energy, this murky energy is being imposed upon you regardless of your original foundation or level. What do you think your fate will be?" Wei Wuyacha, hidden within the toxic mist, spoke without any mercy. The Master of the Gui Ling Sect and Wang Tiangu each grew more and more pale as they listened to each point. After hearing everything, the two looked at the scholar with an unusually cold and stern gaze. Upon hearing this, the scholar furrowed his brow, opened his mouth as if to offer further counsel. But at that moment, Wei Wuyacha's expression took on a strange, almost eerie hue. The scholar bowed his head and glanced at his abdomen, his eyes revealing a look of disbelief. At that moment, the green mist carried Fui Wuyi's voice—lacking any emotion: "I've been practicing the human path, not the ghost path, so I'm naturally unfamiliar with the concept of spirit stones. However, my Break-Soul Serpent is particularly adept at dealing with shadow spirits and ghostly demons. Eliminating a ghost formed from a single essence soul is nothing short of effortless." "Let everything remain as it is—we'd better leave quickly," Wei Wuyi paused a moment, then shook his head. Wang Tiangu still hesitated, but the Ghost Spirit Gate Master, after a brief silence, agreed: "Wei brother is absolutely right. This place feels strangely eerie. We should leave soon." Seeing both of them express such sentiments, Wang Tiangu naturally had no further objections and turned to rise into the air. Yet at that very moment, a calm, steady voice suddenly came from behind: "Who authorized you to leave? Since you've arrived at my body's seal, do you really think you can survive and depart? If you don't drink the wine offered, then you'll have to drink the wine as punishment—so stay right here and let your lives be forfeit!" Hearing this familiar voice, Wang Tiangu and the others were instantly struck, their faces filled with disbelief, and they hurried to turn around. There, the white negative energy that had been scattered, instead of dissipating, now coalesced as if coming to life, gathering into a single, solid form. At that moment, a hazy, solitary ghostly head took form, its eyes fierce and glaring directly at the three of them. The abbot of Gui Ling Sect moved swiftly, raising his hand and launching a black flying dagger that arced through the air like a rainbow, slicing straight through the ghostly head. Yet the two severed halves of the head instantly re-coalesced under the gathering gray mist, showing no signs of injury whatsoever. The serpentine creature with sharp angles spiraling in the air heard the sound and instantly extended its form, suddenly transforming into a streak of black light and shooting forth again. At the same time, a surge of green mist rippled, and a vast, terrifying hand of jade green materialized, shaking it slightly before morphing into a green arc that surged toward the ghostly head. Clearly, Wang Tiangu and the other had no intention of leaving Wei Wuyi to fight alone— one spun gracefully in place, subtly shifting his negative qi to envelop the ghostly head, while the other took a deep breath, then exhaled a golden skull, which immediately followed with a ghostly howl and charged forward. In an instant, the three formed a powerful alliance. Yet at this very moment, the ghostly head suddenly lifted its head, emitting a sharp, strange, continuous cry. This cry was piercing and unusual, and almost simultaneously, the massive magical body sealed within the crystal mist responded, glowing with a deep, dark radiance, and its eyes suddenly opened. Two beams of blood-red light burst forth from the eyes. Perfectly encased the ghost within, transforming it into a fresh, crimson blood shield. A thick wave of bloodstained breath immediately spread out. At this moment, various attacks struck this area in succession, producing a continuous roar of thunderous impact, with dark mist and green light bursting forth, swiftly submerging the blood shield within. Yet shortly thereafter, Wei Wuyi and his two companions suddenly grew pale, hastily withdrawing their techniques, halting their attacks in panic, and once again revealing the blood shield. Whether it was the dark mist formed by the magical power or the massive hands made of toxic vapor, upon touching this shield, they instantly vanished silently, instead making the shield even more solid and dense. The black serpent and the golden skull, however, which had been relentlessly assaulting the luminous shield, did not exhibit this phenomenon. As the three of them stood in quiet astonishment, momentarily delayed, a remarkable transformation occurred once more within the sealed magical body. The deep black light emanating from the body gradually receded, shifting from dark to bright, and suddenly transformed into a vivid blood red. Simultaneously, delicate streaks of blood light began to emerge from within the body and radiate outward. In a flash, the immense magical form shone brilliantly, completely transforming into a pure luminous state. Meanwhile, the unicorne ghost-headed figure within the crimson light shield halted at the very center of the swirling, blood-colored radiance, its eyes closed. Beneath it, countless thin, worm-like dark red light plates were hissing and gradually coalescing into the shape of a normal human body. The blood-tinged light radiance flickered continuously, and the muscles and bones, now glowing with a vibrant, eerie crimson hue, were rapidly forming and re-forming, with countless light filaments layer upon layer swiftly weaving together to create the outer skin. This strange, mysterious sensation left the ghostly gate masters and others in awe, their eyes wide and their heads buzzing with astonishment. In an instant, not only the body beneath it, but also the unicorne ghost-headed figure itself, was enveloped in the blood-colored radiance, as patches of blood-colored flesh began to take shape and solidify. With a glance, Wang Tiangu observed that as the human-shaped body formed within the blood veil, the blood-colored luminous orbs transforming from the crystal magic form were rapidly shrinking, and now the two were connected precisely through the original two blood-red light pillars. Upon slight reflection, he immediately recalled a legendary secret technique, and was startled, hastily exclaiming, "Deconstruction and Transformation! This is the supreme secret art of the magical technique—'Deconstruction and Transformation'!" At the same time, he raised both hands, and two streams of dark light shot out, directly cutting toward the two connecting blood-colored light pillars—two copper plates of palm size, their black, swirling characters constantly shifting. At that moment, Wei Wuyi and the Master of Gui Ling Sect, upon hearing Wang Tiangu's exclamation of "Deconstruction and Transformation," were equally startled, and instantly focused their attention without further thought. They saw the two copper plates inserted between the two light pillars, instantly radiating intense black spiritual light, and the blood-colored light pillars severed abruptly. At that moment, the figure beneath had already transformed into a demon-being half-god, half-human, and, sensing something, opened his eyes—one black, one purple—two strange radiances instantly blazing to life, while a fierce, cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.