5: Fantasy Fist

According to the original body's memories, the stable was relatively secluded, located at the edge of the manor, not too far from the outer wall.

One only needed to pass through several rows of wooden houses where the slaves lived, and a Hazelnut Forest, to reach the manor's boundary.

"This is the fastest path to leave the manor..."

Li Ke's thoughts stirred slightly, and the Zombie Old Ma Slave's pitch-black eye sockets suddenly opened.

It stiffly turned its body, bending its heavy, iron-Li Ke legs, and stomped hard on the ground!

Bang!

It leaped heavily towards the dark direction behind the stable.

Li Ke silently hid in the shadows, maintaining a not-too-far, not-too-close distance from him.

He stealthily moved towards the shadowy forest behind the manor.

Bang...

Bang...

The pale moonlight was obscured by clouds, casting mottled shadows that made the path ahead appear indistinct.

The zombie's dull landing sound didn't travel far before being swallowed by the darkness.

Soon, the outlines of several low, dilapidated wooden houses appeared not far ahead.

That was where the manor's slaves lived; the original body had once been one of them.

The zombie first approached the nearest row of wooden houses.

The doors and windows of the wooden houses were tightly shut, and inside, it was pitch black, without a trace of light.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, so much so that even the rustling of the wind through the Hazelnut Forest couldn't be heard.

The zombie stopped in front of the wooden house, standing rigidly, without any reaction.

Li Ke also stopped, frowning, and carefully sensed his surroundings.

In the air, he didn't smell the rotten stench of a corpse puppet.

He felt slightly relieved and motioned for the zombie to continue forward, slowly following him.

However, just as he was only three or four steps away from that wooden house, a sudden change occurred!

A translucent, distorted figure, without warning, phased through the thick wooden wall!

It was the outline of an old woman, her face twisted and ferocious, her features squeezed together Li Ke a blurry blob of mud.

"Ah ah ah!!!"

She suddenly opened her mouth and let out a silent shriek at Li Ke, who was so close!

Buzz—!

An invisible mental shockwave, twisting the air, Li Ke a sharp ice pick, instantly rushed towards Li Ke!

Before the shockwave even reached him, Li Ke felt his head sink suddenly, as if countless sharp nails were frantically scraping a blackboard.

The piercing noise converged into a beam, trying to drill into the depths of his consciousness and tear his Soul apart!

Li Ke's expression remained unchanged; he quickly shifted his feet, his body drifting backward half a step Li Ke a ghost.

At the same time, he raised his pale, bony hand, fingers slightly spread, towards the ferociously lunging translucent figure.

"Phantom Building."

His voice was very soft, as if coming from a distant place, carrying a strange rhythm.

In an instant, the sharp noise that was about to pierce his mind abruptly ceased.

The old woman's phantom, which had rushed in front of Li Ke, suddenly froze, her twisted and ferocious expression instantly solidified, becoming dull and bewildered.

Her empty eyes stared intently at Li Ke's raised hand, as if it held the most captivating thing in the world, falling into a state of trance, unmoving.

Just then!

Bang!

The Zombie Old Ma Slave, who had been guarding nearby, charged forward Li Ke a cannonball!

A pair of lead-grey, iron-hard arms, accompanied by a dull whooshing sound, grabbed the old woman's phantom, which stood frozen in place!

Tear—!

A soft sound Li Ke tearing cloth!

The translucent phantom, under the zombie's Qi-enhanced arms, was forcefully torn in half!

The shattered Soul body dissipated Li Ke smoke.

Li Ke slowly lowered his hand, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

What he had just performed was not a Legacy from the canmo stele, but an extremely special Legacy he had accidentally obtained in his previous life—the Phantom Building Fist.

This Cultivation Technique requires one to visualize and construct twelve layers of pavilions within one's consciousness.

Each layer of pavilion represents a terrifyingly realistic illusion, stacked layer upon layer, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

When Cultivated to a profound level, every movement, even a single glance, can easily drag an enemy into an endless cycle of illusion, even altering their memories and toying with them at will.

When he first awoke in this body, the reason he was so cautious in checking his memories and surroundings was because he deeply understood the terror of illusions.

He was afraid that he hadn't actually Transmigrated, but had fallen into some profound illusion, trapped in a false Realm by someone who was probing the deepest secrets of his Divine Soul.

Fortunately, his own understanding of illusions was extremely profound, and after repeated confirmation, he was certain that this time he had truly Transmigrated again.

Li Ke didn't know the specific grade of this Phantom Building Fist.

But judging by its effects, even if it wasn't the most top-tier Demonic Path Legacy, it was probably not far off.

In his previous life in the Yuan Demon Sect, his Aptitude was not top-notch.

It was precisely by relying on this unpredictable Phantom Building Fist that he was able to win surprisingly in countless life-and-death battles, killing powerful enemies.

Ultimately, he stood out among a group of Genius demonic cultivators and secured a precious Demonic Path seed slot.

The Phantom Building Fist is divided into three major Realms.

Each Realm corresponds to four layers of pavilions, totaling twelve layers.

The first Realm, "Mirage Scene," allows for the cultivation of four Phantom Buildings.

The second Realm, "Yellow beam Dream," allows for the cultivation of eight Phantom Buildings.

The third Realm, "White Jade Capital," allows for the cultivation of twelve Phantom Buildings, and it is said to be able to turn illusion into reality and reverse the universe.

However, the Cultivation of the Illusion Dao places the most emphasis on Comprehension Ability, being ethereal and without discernible patterns.

In his previous life, he expended a great deal of effort, but only Cultivated the Phantom Building Fist to the Perfection of the first Realm, "Mirage Scene," condensing four Phantom Buildings.

After that, he found it difficult to make any further progress, always unable to glimpse the threshold of the second Realm, "Yellow beam Dream."

Now that he had Transmigrated again, his Divine Soul was severely damaged, and the four Phantom Buildings he had painstakingly condensed in his consciousness had long since vanished and completely collapsed.

That move just now was merely a trace of lingering charm forcefully drawn out by his profound understanding of the Illusion Dao from his previous life.

Even so, the power of this Phantom Building Fist was enough to become one of his strongest life-saving trump cards at the moment.

...

Li Ke withdrew his thoughts.

He looked at the translucent figure torn apart by the zombie.

The remaining fragments of the Soul body were being greedily inhaled by the Zombie Old Ma Slave's nostrils, with wisps of flowing white smoke slowly disappearing into the Old Ma Nu's pitch-black nostrils.

From the still not completely dissipated, twisted and blurry facial outline, Li Ke barely recognized her.

This was the old woman in the manor who was responsible for tending to the flowers and plants.

Clearly, her Soul had undergone some kind of mutation, transforming into this strange existence.

She seemed to have some characteristics of wandering spirits in the cultivation world, yet also emitted a unique aura of malevolence.

"Could these be the ghosts of this world? A combination of East and West?" Li Ke's thoughts swirled.

It seemed that not all the people who died in this manor had transformed into the corpse puppets he had encountered before.

Some had become these ghost-Li Ke existences.

However, these beings, which relied on mental attacks and illusions to harm people, posed far less of a threat to him than those thick-skinned, tough zombies.

When it came to manipulating Souls and creating illusions, he was quite the expert.