Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Yang Zhenshan chose the Thousand Threads Soul Control Skill for Yu Qingyi because it emphasizes overcoming hardness with softness, excelling in control and infiltration.

Refining the Divine Soul into countless ”soul threads,” it can penetrate others’ Sea of Consciousness to read shallow memories or weave a ”phantom web,” entrapping others in specified illusions.

Though not exceedingly powerful, this cultivation technique excels in detail, making it quite suitable for Yu Qingyi.

As long as Yu Qingyi masters this technique, her Divine Soul strength will be impressive.

”Alright, I’ll cultivate both the Thousand Threads Soul Control Skill and the Soul Crow Splitting Skill!” Yu Qingyi agreed happily.

Subsequently, Yang Zhenshan conversed with Yu Qingyi for a long time, mainly guiding her upcoming cultivation direction. Additionally, Yang Zhenshan planned to supply various Elixirs for Yu Qingyi’s future cultivation.

With the Elixirs refined by Yang Zhenshan, Yu Qingyi’s cultivation speed should improve significantly, potentially catching up to Ding Qiu in the future.

Meanwhile, a major event occurred in the Wanhua Mountain Range.

In the northeast part of the Wanhua Mountain Range, a small hill named Ten Thousand Bone Yin Mountain lay hidden. The mountain body was entirely dark green, its surface covered with an inch-thick layer of gray powder, occasionally emitting a rustling sound akin to White Bones rubbing against each other.

The mountain’s interior was penetrated by a Yin Vein, with evil qi gushing along the cracks, coalescing in a constant gray mist within the mountain hollows. Twisted tree shadows could be vaguely seen within the mist, actually skeletal vines corroded by evil qi.

Entering the mountain’s interior through the dark corridor, one would find a vast Evil Plaza, the ground paved with black stone, with dark red liquid flowing in the stone cracks, a mixture of Yin Vein evil qi and blood. Stepping on it would cause bubbles, emitting a stench and white mist.

At the plaza’s center was a familiar blood pool; the thousand-zhang blood pool churned with thick blood, with half-submerged White Bone fragments and charred limbs floating on the surface. Bubbles burst with a cracking sound mixed with the clanging of dragged chains.

At the heart of the pool stood three White Bone Pillars, with blood-dripping bronze ancient lamps suspended atop, the lamp oil surprisingly made from boiled human eyeballs, with ghostly blue flames eerily dancing in the pupils.

On a black stone platform carved with spiral runes next to the pool, twelve heartless corpses knelt in a circle, their chest cavities pierced with barbed chains, the other end buried in the pool bottom.

Indeed, this was the Unpredictable Ghost Sect’s Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Pool.

In the dim cavern plaza, the evil qi morphed into thick mist that lingered perpetually, and amidst the mist, rigid figures were tirelessly busy.

Zhang Mo stood by the blood pool, eyes cruelly fixed on the bubbles rising from the pool.

The current Zhang Mo greatly differed from his past self. Once donning a blue robe, with silver hair and ruddy complexion, exuding an air of immortality, he now appeared with disheveled hair, a gaunt face, red eyes, resembling a vicious ghost.

Once, Zhang Mo thrived magnificently, commanding over a dozen Foundation Establishment ghost soldiers and thousands of blood corpse puppets. He first decimated Lotus Heart Valley, then severely weakened the six families of Qingli, and finally wreaked havoc upon many Martial Artists within the Wuxiang Sect.

After returning to the Unpredictable Ghost Sect, he not only received commendations from his superiors but his cultivation further advanced, flourishing with success and prestige.

However, since the Sun Cave Heaven’s fall, his luck took a downturn.

In the Sun Cave Heaven, he first lost a significant number of ghost soldiers and blood puppets, and even his two most powerful ghost soldiers, Lin Daoyuan and Yue E, were snatched away by Yang Zhenshan.

After the Sun Cave Heaven’s collapse, he went to the Illusion Moon Sect, only to encounter Master Jing Shui.

His prized disciple Duan Qiankun was killed by Master Jing Shui in an instant, and, ultimately, his two most valuable ghost soldiers, Yang Shenwu and Zhang Xian, were also lost at the Illusion Moon Sect, leaving him to flee alone.

In a blink, he returned to nothingness, becoming isolated.

With no options, he had to start over, planning to begin anew.