A ghostly figure floated out of the boy's body, laughing eerily. Liang Yan snorted coldly as he flicked a banner from his palm. The banner flapped in the air, releasing streams of black qi, which swiftly surrounded the ghostly figure.0

The spirit struggled violently within the black qi, but it could not escape and was eventually consumed by the dark energy.0

After retrieving the banner, Liang Yan waved his hand, conjuring a burst of flame that reduced the corpse in the cave dwelling to ashes.0

Nearby, the disciples in other cave dwellings who had been cultivating were startled. They opened their doors and witnessed the entire scene. After bowing respectfully to Liang Yan, they glanced indifferently at Qin Sang and the others, then returned to their cultivation as though this was a routine occurrence.1

In the now-empty cave dwelling, only a pile of ash remained, swept up by a cold wind and scattered into the canyon. The last traces of...0