"No, no, it’s a ghost with a human form... Uh, Grandpa Ghost said it’s called, called..." Xiao Xue thought for a long time but couldn’t figure it out.

Lan Ling’s face turned pale: "Ghost King!"

"Oh my god!" Ting Luo exclaimed, her face quickly losing its color.

The others weren’t very familiar with these things, feeling a bit bewildered.

Xiao Xue nodded, affirming: "Yes, yes, I remember, it’s Ghost King!"

Lan Ling swallowed hard: "Xiao Xue, are you sure?" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Xiao Xue nodded: "That’s right, it’s because he’s there that those ghost spirits are gathering there and don’t dare to leave."

Xiao Xue, born with great spiritual sensitivity and being a child, was at the easiest time to nurture, so Ghost Ancestor found a way to open her Heavenly Eye, making her perception of ghost spirits much sharper than Lan Ling, who had been in the Ghost Realm for years.

In Ghost Ancestor’s eyes, controlling ghost spirits and turning them into weapons was his proudest unique secret technique. He was essentially a loner in the entire Spirit Cultivation Realm, yet his status was so unique that almost no one dared provoke him. If someone really got on his nerves, unleashing all ghost spirits from the Ghost Realm would almost wreak havoc across the Spirit Cultivation Realm and even the mortal world.

But he always lamented that no one could inherit his true expertise. Lan Ling only learned how to cultivate spiritual insects; he still fell short in controlling ghost spirits. Han Jing was even worse, having long missed the best cultivation period.

Therefore, they were all not as perceptive as Xiao Xue.

If Xiao Xue confirmed it, then there really was no mistake.

Lan Ling’s expression turned extremely grim, and instead of explaining to everyone, he asked An Chuxue: "An’an, try to see if you can see into the lake."

An Chuxue shook her head: "I already tried, no, the lake surface is blocked by a very powerful flow of energy, my ability cannot see through it."

"What exactly happened, Lan Ling, what is the Ghost King?" Han Jing asked.

"I know, I know!" Xiao Xue shouted eagerly.

"Xiao Xue, let your Uncle Lanling explain," Han Jing interrupted her, worried she wouldn’t explain clearly.

Xiao Xue looked sullenly at Lan Ling.

Lan Ling’s expression didn’t improve at all, and Han Jing, knowing him for so many years, had rarely seen him like this. Lan Ling cautiously said: "You should know how ghost spirits are formed, and the Ghost King is the highest form of existence among ghost spirits. A Ghost King doesn’t appear even once in ten thousand years—a Ghost King is almost equivalent to what we spirit cultivators call Divine Level. Wherever he is, all ghost spirits will instinctively bow to him. He has even surpassed the existence of ghost spirits and is no different from us humans, but his abilities are against the heavens, far beyond what we can imagine."

"I hope Yun Feng hasn’t been caught by the Ghost King, otherwise... we might already be too late."

Lan Ling’s words made Han Jing’s face completely pale.

An Chuxue hurriedly covered her mouth, fearing she’d cry out accidentally.

Yun Feng should have arrived at Ice Lake at least four years ago but has had no news ever since. If, if he really is still alive, how could he stay at Ice Lake for four years... if, if he really went into Ice Lake searching for something... then that, that is truly a grim and ominous situation.

Han Jing shook his head: "No, no, it can’t be true!"