Ghost Path: Third Trial

Fang Ao casually kneaded the ethereal ghost form in his hand into a condensed ball. From his nonchalant expression, it was obvious it barely took any effort on his part.

Few seconds later, the 'ghost ball' in his hand exploded with a loud bang.

Fang Ao's index finger flashed with a dull glow, and the remnant ghost energy was sucked into it.

"This place would have been so perfect for cultivating my Spirit Slaying Finger back when I was at the second stage," he muttered aloud to himself, looking at the ghosts floating all around him.

The next moment, there was a slight energy fluctuation in the tunnel, and a door suddenly materialized in front of him.

Fang Ao reached out to touch it with a finger, and Yang Qi was channeled into his body.

"The quality is high but the quantity is too low to be of any use to me," he thought.