Yin Yanan’s air-transportation spiritual tool suddenly came to a stop.

Separated from each other by a few hundred meters, Nie Tian’s group and the young Phantasm stared at each other. With a mysterious smile on his face, the Phantasm youngster didn’t seem eager to launch any attacks.

The illusory skull, which was formed by countless discarnate souls, floated slowly about, collecting the agonizing souls of those who had recently died.

The top of the short mountain peak was almost smooth enough to be used as a mirror. Nie Tian examined it with rapt attention, and discovered that it wasn’t rocks that were revealed by the cut, but some kind of crystal.

The crystal seemed to have been hidden within the heart of the mountain peak before it had been cut in the middle.

Under the dazzling starlight, the crystal, whose size was unknown, suddenly unleashed misty light, as if to channel something to it.

Eyes narrowed, Nie Tian examined his surroundings with rapt attention, and discovered that the Phantasm Qi in the vicinity was being channeled and slowly infusing into the crystal.

Eyebrows furrowed, Yin Yanan said, “That’s a sixth grade Phantasm. I have a feeling that...