“What exactly are akasha ghosts?” Lu Yun asked urgently. Black hellfire burst out of his body to conceal his life signs from the terrors within the smoke.

A terrible presence of death pulsed from the heart of the manor; the demon fetus would soon be upon the world.

“As their name suggests, they are ghosts,” Qi Hai explained after a poignant pause, sitting in the courtyard at the center of the dragon palace. “Ghosts were people, immortal ghosts were immortals, and akasha ghosts were akasha, or the sky.”

“The... sky?” Lu Yun paused in befuddlement. What was the sky referring to in this case? Can the sky... die?

There was a tangled mess of thoughts in his head. However, now wasn’t the time for them. He decisively pushed the confounding...