Chapter 621 - 619: The Demonic Fiend’s Anomaly

The Ghost Temple had nine floors in total.

After examining the Forbidden God Pillar, Jiang Chen’s face was full of doubt. He couldn’t use the pillar at all, even though he was the master of this place.

This only made him more curious about the Ghost Temple.

Putting the matter aside for now, Jiang Chen looked up from the eighth floor and saw a pavilion above him.

That was the ninth floor of the Ghost Temple.

The other eight floors all contained enormous spaces, but the ninth floor was just a small pavilion.

Jiang Chen stared at the pavilion, his gaze ultimately locking onto a high platform within it.

On that platform, a lamp stood quietly.

The moment he looked at the lamp, the Black Fire inside him pulsed, faintly resonating with it.

Jiang Chen had obtained his Black Fire from that very lamp.

The Black Fire had once been the lamp’s wick.

Jiang Chen had taken it, and now, he had returned.

He gave a wry smile. ’It seems karma really does come full circle. In the end, I had to bring the Black Fire back.’

He had obtained the Black Fire, and now, he had become the Ninth Generation Ghost Lord.

That lamp was called the Death Lamp.

Even without a wick, the lamp was eternal and inextinguishable.

It burned without any flame.

It seemed the Black Fire was merely something optional.

RUMBLE...

Just as Jiang Chen was inspecting the ninth floor, it suddenly began to shake.

Plumes of black gas billowed out from the ninth floor.

Immediately, the Death Lamp burst forth with a brilliant light.

The light entangled with the black gas.

"Let me out..."

"Let me out..."

A voice echoed from the ninth floor, filled with rage and resentment.

’It’s the Black Wind Demon.’

Seeing this, Jiang Chen’s expression changed drastically.

He could feel a terrifying aura within the black gas.

It was the Black Wind Demon, sealed on the ninth floor by the Death Lamp.

And now, the Black Wind Demon was causing trouble again.

Jiang Chen hurriedly flew up to the ninth floor.

As the Black Wind Demon struggled, the Death Lamp began to tremble slightly, as if it could no longer completely seal the creature.

The last time the Black Wind Demon had acted up was when Jiang Chen took the Black Fire. Now, it was starting again, just as Jiang Chen had become the Ninth Generation Ghost Lord.

And although the Death Lamp was sealing the Black Wind Demon, it seemed to be struggling.

Clearly, the Black Wind Demon was constantly draining the Death Lamp’s power. At this rate, it would eventually break free.

"Boy, let me out."

"If you do, I’ll give you endless benefits and let you stand at the pinnacle of the world."

The Black Wind Demon had already sensed Jiang Chen and was now trying to tempt him.

The voice entered the depths of Jiang Chen’s consciousness like a demonic siren’s call, full of temptation.

Jiang Chen’s expression turned grim. He snapped, "You’re sealed away, which means you’re a Demon who brings calamity to the world. Why would I ever release you?"

He still wasn’t sure what kind of creature this Black Wind Demon sealed in the Ghost Temple was.

But he knew he absolutely could not release it.

"Damn you, you little bastard! You’re courting death!"

"When I get out, I’ll kill you and wipe out your entire lineage!"

The Black Wind Demon began to roar, swearing venomous oaths.

Jiang Chen’s face was incredibly grim.

The Black Wind Demon’s aura was simply too powerful; he was no match for such a monster.

Meanwhile, the Black Wind Demon seemed to be growing angrier.

It relentlessly battered the seal.

This caused the Death Lamp to tremble violently.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen grew extremely anxious.

’That’s right! I can put the Black Fire back on the Death Lamp.’

At this thought, Jiang Chen quickly summoned the Black Fire Spark from within his body.

WHOOSH!

The Black Fire Spark appeared and shot straight toward the Death Lamp, settling into the wick’s position and becoming its source of energy.

Of course, the energy of the Black Fire Spark was quite weak.

Even so, the Black Wind Demon and the Death Lamp were already at a stalemate. The Black Fire Spark was like the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

PFFT!

The instant the Black Fire appeared, the Death Lamp instantly absorbed all the flames produced by the Black Fire Spark.

In that moment, the Death Lamp flared brilliantly, releasing a dazzling white light.

It illuminated the entire Ghost Temple as if it were day.

As the white light grew stronger, the black gas was gradually suppressed.

BOOM!

With a muffled bang, the entire pavilion on the ninth floor shuddered slightly.

The Black Wind Demon was suppressed and sealed once more.

"Damn it, damn it all."

"I’ll get out sooner or later! Just you wait!"

In the next moment, the Black Wind Demon fell silent, seemingly gathering its strength, and the Death Lamp became completely still.

At this, Jiang Chen let out a long sigh of relief.

’That was close. If that Black Wind Demon had been born into the world, it would have been a true catastrophe.’

He could feel the Black Wind Demon’s Evil Qi; it was incredibly dense.

Fortunately, the Death Lamp had suppressed it.

With the added power of the Ghost Temple, the Black Wind Demon might have actually escaped otherwise.

Jiang Chen had no idea just how strong the Black Wind Demon was, only that even Fang Yinzi had been extremely wary of it.

Everything fell quiet.

For the time being, Jiang Chen left the Black Fire Spark on the Death Lamp.

Jiang Chen had now been to all nine floors of the Ghost Temple, but the place was still shrouded in a layer of mystery.

There were many things about it that he didn’t understand.

’Forget it. I’ll take it one step at a time.’

Jiang Chen knew that the Ghost Temple wasn’t supposed to be in the Lower Realm. It belonged in the Great Ruins, beyond the Nine Desolates. Its appearance here was highly unusual.

There had to be a reason for it, but Jiang Chen had no way to investigate the truth for now.

He took a deep breath.

Jiang Chen didn’t linger and went directly to the seventh floor.

On the seventh floor, at the altar, Jiang Chen sat cross-legged in its center.

In that instant, it was as if he became the Ghost Temple itself.

He silently activated the Nine Heavens Spirit-Seizing Technique.

Countless pieces of information once again flooded his mind.

WHOOSH!

From his forehead, the Ghost Heart slowly drifted out.

It floated in front of him.

’As the Master of Ghosts, the most powerful technique is soul control.’

Jiang Chen mused. The specialty of the Master of Ghosts was controlling souls.

As the new Master of Ghosts, Jiang Chen needed to inherit this strength.

The ability to command souls.

The soul was also a Martial Cultivator’s greatest weakness.

But it was what the Master of Ghosts excelled at.

Having received the Ghost Temple’s inheritance, there was much more that Jiang Chen had gained.

The Master of Ghosts had to condense their own Soul Divine Statue.

At this moment, Jiang Chen finally understood why he had seen a statue of Fang Yinzi the first time he entered the seventh floor.

Although Fang Yinzi hadn’t received the true inheritance of the Ghost Temple, he had learned the method of condensing a Soul Divine Statue here at the seventh-floor altar.

A Soul Divine Statue was the condensation of one’s own soul into the form of a statue.

Making it corporeal.

The souls of other Martial Cultivators were illusory, but he could use the power of the Ghost Temple to condense his soul into a tangible form.

This way, his soul would become much stronger and more resilient.

It would no longer be fragile.

He could even use his Soul Divine Statue to attack the souls of others.

As long as his Soul Divine Statue manifested, any opponent whose soul was weaker than his would have their own soul scattered to the winds.