After hearing Han Yun's words, the figure in the black mist spoke hoarsely and laughed a few times.
"Yes, yes, compared to other monks, you do know a lot more about our Hades Sect."
"The environment where our Ming Sect is located is indeed what you said. However, you have said so much, but you have missed the most important point and did not mention it."
"And this is precisely the key for me to solve the abnormal situation in your body."
When Han Yun heard this, his expression was stunned for a moment.
Then, his heart began to get excited, his body trembled slightly, and even the words he spoke were unknowingly tinged with vibrato.
"Sir, please enlighten me."
The figure in the black mist nodded and said in a hoarse voice:
"Look carefully..."
After saying this, the black mist surrounding his body suddenly began to surge, and then turned into small groups of black mist, spreading in all directions.
As the black mist dispersed, a skinny old man's body wearing a black robe was slowly exposed to the air.
Han Yun looked at this body subconsciously.
After seeing clearly, his expression suddenly changed wildly, a strange scream came out of his throat, and his body jerked back as if it was a reflex.
But behind him was the wall of the secret room, and the limited space did not allow him to successfully complete this action. Therefore, his back hit the wall hard, making a dull sound.
The reason why Han Yun reacted this way was because he was frightened.
He discovered that the old man had sunken eye sockets, cloudy eyeballs, and a green face with fangs.
His body was like dry firewood, his skin was dull and extremely stiff.
This is a mummy!
This Mr. Jin is actually a dead man!
Han Yun's eyes widened and he breathed heavily, feeling the thumping and extremely fast heartbeat in his chest.
It wasn't until he felt the pain in his back caused by hitting the wall hard that he slowly came back to his senses.
In fact, Han Yun is not afraid of dead people.
Despite his usually graceful demeanor, white clothes and gentle manner, in fact, he had killed at least double digits of hostile monks with his own hands.
The first reason why I was scared was that the incident happened suddenly and I was not mentally prepared.
Second, the appearance of this mummy is indeed a bit scary.
After he came to his senses, he swallowed.
It turns out that Mr. Jin's true identity, which has been hidden under the black mist, is actually such a mummy.
It's really unbelievable.
While Han Yun was in a daze, the black mist that had dispersed before regrouped next to the mummy, forming a vague, twisted human shape.
The black mist shook slightly, and an old voice came from inside.
"How about it? Are you surprised when you see my true form?"
Although the voice was old, it was not hoarse. When it fell into Han Yun's ears, he couldn't help but tremble.
He shifted his gaze from the mummy to the black mist, and asked stammeringly:
"Mr. Jin, is the body you are talking about the mummy or this black mist?"
Hei Wu heard Han Yun's question and was silent for a moment before slowly answering:
"Black mist..."
After saying these two words, the black mist continued to vibrate and a voice came out:
"That mummy is just my carrier. I can replace it at any time if I want."
"I can also tell you that after changing the carrier, the methods I can use will also be different according to the techniques practiced by the carrier and the techniques learned."
"This is the basis of our current practice in the Ming Sect, working with all kinds of dead bodies, the mystery between graduate students and death."
"Han Yun, what do you think when you see this and hear this?"
Hearing Mr. Jin's words, Han Yun was shocked in his heart at the moment, and the expression on his face was extremely complicated.
He swallowed and responded slowly:
"Mr. Jin, this method... is really unbelievable..."
"I have lived for more than thirty years, and I have never heard of this kind of method, let alone seen it."
"This black mist of your body seems to be neither Nascent Soul nor Divine Mind. After leaving the body, it can become an independent existence. How on earth... is it possible?"
Black Mist shook and responded:
"Han Yun, what I say next may seem strange to you, but don't doubt its authenticity."
"This method is actually a brand-new practice system created by my ancestors from the Ming Sect. It abandons the physical body and separates consciousness in a special way to become an independent and special existence."
"A brand new practice system?"
Hearing these words, Han Yun's eyes suddenly opened wide:
"Mr. Jin, are you sure that some words were not misused in what you said?"
Hearing Han Yun's inquiry, Heiwu was shocked and gave a reply without any hesitation:
"Not only can I be sure! I can also tell you that ninety-nine percent of the monks in our entire Northern Hell Sect have followed this path!"
"With this system, there is no need to awaken spiritual roots. Everyone can transform their consciousness. As long as they succeed independently, they can successfully embark on the path of spiritual practice."
"Furthermore, after taking our path, low-level monks don't have to worry about insufficient longevity due to physical aging."
Hearing this answer, Han Yun's body trembled crazily like chaff, his lips trembled, and he stammered, finally able to say a complete sentence:
"This, how is this possible! How could Dao Ancestor allow such a creature to exist?"
"It would be fine if the being you mentioned is weak, but the Ming Sect you belong to is one of the Four Immortal Sects in Tianlan Continent."
"Almost everyone within such a behemoth has embarked on this path, which shows that the ancestor who created this system is at least as powerful as the peak of the Enlightenment Realm, or even the legendary Feathering Realm!"
"This kind of strength can completely pose a threat to Dao Ancestor. How could Dao Ancestor let it go and let him pass on the practice system he created in the entire Northern Territory?"
"This is impossible, Mr. Jin, you are... lying to me, right?"
This time, Hei Wu did not give a direct answer. Instead, after being silent for a long time, he vibrated again and heard a long sigh:
"Han Yun, although with my current strength and identity, I cannot know the specific inside story, I have heard it from some seniors in the sect more than once..."
At this point, Heiwu's words suddenly stopped again.
When Han Yun heard this, he immediately asked anxiously:
"What did you hear?"
Heiwu was silent for a long time, and then slowly continued his previous words:
"Dao Ancestor... something went wrong..."
