The First Immortal of Destiny

Soon.

Shen Mo, Peng Chenshu, and the other onlooking cultivators all saw what the voluptuous woman was leading in.

It was a dilapidated set of armor, as if just unearthed from an ancient tomb.

Beneath its helmet, only a pair of crimson eyes gleamed.

Unlike ordinary ghosts, these eyes alone revealed that the spectral being beneath the armor was filled with rage and madness!

"It's a Ghost General! Everyone, run! This is a late-stage Class III Soul Ghost; even ordinary Spirit Sea Realm cultivators are no match for it!" one of the more knowledgeable onlookers cried out in terror.

Instantly, the cultivators present were aghast.

Even Shen Mo felt a chill creep up his scalp.

The Ghost General was not exclusive to any particular forbidden land.

To Qi Gathering Realm cultivators, any place it appeared became a forbidden land.

Few cultivators who encountered it managed to escape with their lives!

One cultivator, who had encountered it at the edge of the Ghost Nation Ruins, had only managed to escape with his life by severely damaging his own cultivation and losing most of his vitality.

According to him, the Ghost General was inherently bloodthirsty.

Whether they were living cultivators or wandering Soul Ghosts, anyone who appeared before it would be brutally slaughtered.

To make matters worse, it possessed a bizarre ability akin to "Shrinking Ground into Inches."

If you couldn't defeat it, escape was impossible!

"Hong Jue! Hong Jue, where in the hell are you?"

The voluptuous woman, appearing deranged, still clutched the docile Poisonous Water Pilian in her hand.

When she saw Master Hong Jue's corpse, severed in two, she immediately leaped off her flying sword. Oblivious to the gore, she cradled the body in her arms.

Her face a contorted mask of laughter and tears, she mumbled incoherently.

In the next moment, her gaze locked firmly onto Shen Mo.

It was easy to determine.

The aura of the Poison into Water cultivation method lingered on Shen Mo.

Furthermore, the "Kill Life" sword intent on Master Hong Jue's corpse corresponded with the Dragon Sparrow Sword in his hand.

A crazed smile surfaced on the voluptuous woman's face.

Cradling Master Hong Jue's corpse, she laughed maniacally at Shen Mo, "Hong Jue! I will avenge you. This life you owe me, you'll repay me by being my beast of burden in the next..."

Before she could finish speaking, the Ghost General's figure appeared behind her, its pallid hand seizing her head.

"CRACK!"

A horrifyingly crisp sound echoed.

The voluptuous woman's neck was broken by the Ghost General.

Then, with a savage tug, it ripped her head off in a spray of blood and hung it from its waist.

"What a madwoman, harming others and herself!" one of the onlooking cultivators couldn't help but curse.

Few knew that although Master Hong Jue was a rogue cultivator, he was not a loner.

He had a Dao companion: this very voluptuous woman. However, her Talent was not high; she had only managed to cultivate to the third layer of the Qi Gathering Realm.

Whenever undertaking sordid and dangerous tasks, Master Hong Jue would go alone, having the woman hide far away to provide support from a distance.

Previously, the two of them had discovered traces of the Ghost General near the Death Jaw.

Fortunately, the Ghost General was in a "dormant" state; as long as they didn't disturb it, they would be safe.

Master Hong Jue's dying message, transmitted via his Divine Sense, had been to instruct her on his final arrangements: she was to retrieve the water-elemental magic artifact and then leave the Ghost Nation Ruins.

Unexpectedly, the voluptuous woman had no desire to live on alone.

Knowing her own strength was insufficient for revenge.

She had simply awakened the Ghost General and lured it to the front of the Death Jaw.

And so, her wish was granted: to die together with Master Hong Jue!

After tearing off the voluptuous woman's head, the Ghost General nodded in apparent satisfaction, then swept its crimson gaze over the cultivators present.

All those its gaze fell upon felt a chill shoot up from the base of their spine.

Some quick-witted cultivators had already ridden their flying swords far away.

WHOOSH!

Without any discernible movement, the Ghost General's figure suddenly appeared before one of the cultivators fleeing on a sword.

That cultivator's face filled with terror as he instantly unleashed all his talismans, magic, and other abilities.

Amidst the RATTLING of its dilapidated armor, all his attacks were nullified.

The Ghost General reached out and, unhurriedly, tore out the cultivator's heart.

Then, as the cultivator writhed in agony, it bit into the heart as if savoring a Spirit Fruit, relishing it, and swallowed flesh and blood together.

Having lost his heart, the fleeing cultivator obviously wouldn't live much longer.

The Ghost General paid him no further mind. Its figure once again appeared before another cultivator fleeing on a flying sword. It ripped open his throat and began to GULP GULP down his blood.

Without exception.

Every cultivator who attempted to flee on their flying sword failed to escape the Ghost General's clutches.

Their deaths were all bizarre and gruesome; the only commonality was that none died peacefully.

Even the well-informed cultivator who had fled early on was disemboweled by the Ghost General; its intestines were wrapped around his neck, strangling him to death.

Conversely, Shen Mo, Peng Chenshu, and the others who had remained still and not acted rashly had yet to be slaughtered by the Ghost General.

However, at its current killing pace, it wouldn't be long before it reached Shen Mo and the others.

"Enter the Death Jaw!" Shen Mo sent a Divine Sense transmission to Peng Chenshu.

Peng Chenshu was stunned for a moment, then quickly understood and nodded immediately.

Previously, Shen Mo had been reluctant to enter this pass. This was because trying to pass through the Death Jaw involved a significant gamble. It felt more reliable to steadily earn cultivation resources and use the Destiny Panel to grind experience for his cultivation methods and magic. But now, facing the Ghost General's onslaught, Shen Mo doubted he even had a thirty percent chance of escape. In that case, it was better to try and enter the Death Jaw to hide! At least that way, there was a sliver of hope for survival, and perhaps even the chance for a great fortuitous encounter. If he died inside the Death Jaw, it would at most be a regret over his own insufficient strength and poor Talent, rather than a wretched, humiliating death at the hands of the Ghost General. If luck was on his side and he made it through, the Ghost General might not still be lingering there, and he would be safe by then.

Not only Shen Mo, but the other surviving cultivators also thought of this.

They all rode their flying swords, rushing towards the pass entrance, causing the dense white fog there to churn violently.

"Go!"

Shen Mo leaped onto the Dragon Sparrow Sword and quickly rushed towards the Death Jaw.

He recalled the Yaoguang Sword and the sword embryo that formed The Big Dipper Array, as well as the Soul Refining Flag.

If not for the Ghost General's appearance, Shen Mo had planned to use a Realm Breaking Talisman to open Master Hong Jue's Universe Bag. He wanted to check if there were any Water-Thunder Demon Pearls left inside. If so, he would find a place nearby to smelt and upgrade the Big Dipper Sword embryo. But now, there was no time for such considerations!

He could only tie Master Hong Jue's Universe Bag, along with those left by the previous four victims, to his waist.

He would deal with them if he successfully survived this crisis.

Empowered by the Sword Control Spirit Technique, Shen Mo's flying sword moved incredibly fast. He quickly overtook the cultivators who had charged towards the Death Jaw ahead of him.

At the same time, the Ghost General seemed to have sensed their intentions.

Its figure flashed, employing its ghostly skill comparable to "Shrinking Ground into Inches," and intercepted the last Qi Gathering Realm cultivator falling behind.

With a sickening thud, another poor soul met a brutal end.

His entire spine was crushed, vertebra by vertebra, and his body slumped like a pile of soft mud.

"Junior Brother Shen, save me!" Peng Chenshu's voice trembled slightly.

Only two cultivators separated him from the one who had just been killed.

At the Ghost General's current pace of slaughter, he wouldn't make it into the Death Jaw.