Looking at myself, I felt a strange sensation—half my body was white, half black, the two colors intertwined. Xu Fu was asleep, and the sky was filled with a green glow, belonging to the night. I sat quietly on the ground, gazing into emptiness, with only that green orb providing illumination.
From below, the island looked just like the moon, but on this island, the scene was entirely different. At this moment, what I'm pondering is another question—the Shadow Realm.
Until now, my understanding of the Shadow Realm has remained shallow. Although I’ve entered quite a few, I still know almost nothing about them. Only Blue Wraiths of mid-level or above can use this technique, and its power is immense. The Shadow Realm of Lord Wraith was the strongest I’ve ever witnessed—if Brother Owen and Quinn Lee hadn’t intervened, we would have lost for sure.
The first time I encountered it was with Yin Choujian, when we were dragged into Madam Violet’s Shadow Realm. I still remember that as soon as I entered, I became a beggar, while Yin Choujian turned into a scholar.
Blue Wraiths who possess a Shadow Realm are even more formidable in battle. Thinking about the other members of Blackfang, each should have their own Shadow Realm, but the power they’ve shown in this world is just a tiny fraction of what they’re truly capable of.
Even now, my attacks have grown more fierce, but I still can’t defeat Xu Fu, let alone contend with the Wraith Armament. How are these things even created?
"Ah, I’ve slept enough."
Xu Fu woke up. I turned my head to look at him.
"What’s wrong, Ethan Zhang? Lost in thought?"
I nodded.
"As for the Shadow Realm and Wraith Armament, I’m not a ghost, I’m human, so I don’t really understand. The conditions for awakening—sometimes simple, sometimes impossible. Some Blue Wraiths go their whole lives without ever possessing a Shadow Realm, no matter how strong they are."
I widened my eyes and stood up. Thinking about it, I don’t really count as a Blue Wraith either, because my ghost aura is black. The most obvious mark of a Blue Wraith is their green ghost aura.
Xu Fu walked over quietly, stretched, and smiled contentedly.
"I miss everything from the living world. Those twelve guys—I haven’t seen them in ages. I kind of miss them."
I sneered.
"Really? If you returned to the living world, what would you do?"
Xu Fu shook his head.
"I don’t know either. After all, I don’t really understand the current situation in the living world—I only know a small part."
I raised my hand, letting Deathbane Aura spill out, accompanied by a white stream—the power of origin. Now, with origin as the foundation of my aura, it’s easy to control the killing intent within it. But channeling it into my firearms will take more effort.
I began to form a revolver, black as before, but the bullets wouldn’t load. If I tried to use bullets infused with killing intent, the gun would start to deform. Xu Fu watched from the side, astonished.