Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army!-Chapter 1728: Dreams And Souls
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{Spectral Ghostly Fist Art: Fourth Form – Dream Soul Sphere}
This fourth form of the Spectral Ghostly Fist Art complemented their Dream Weapons perfectly. It allowed them to infuse the sphere into the weapon, instantly transforming it into a stronger "awakened" form.
However, it placed considerable strain on their minds, so they first had to learn to control the sphere. By the end of the day, Maria had mastered creating three spheres at once—her current limit.
These spheres could also function as explosives, capable of detonating with tremendous force and burning any soul they touched. They destabilized formations, disrupted Ki flow, and severely damaged Dantians and Meridians.
It was the ultimate long-range Martial Art technique, comparable to the Beggars’ Sect Ki Beam and Ki Sphere.
No, the Iron Fist Elder had insisted it was far stronger and more versatile.
Although Maria possessed plenty of magic, none of her spells could target Martial Artists this effectively. Most of her disciples had no magic at all, so this was their first true taste of powerful long-range techniques.
On the seventh day, Maria sensed something deeper within these spheres. These embodiments of dreams were more than mere energy. Each one carried a "piece of herself"—a fragment of her dreams, her very being, her memories and experiences, almost like a clone.
As she learned to expand her Fake Martial Intent into an Aura and further master her Fake Martial Soul, she began to perceive something she had never seen before, not even with her powerful supernatural eyes.
Colors.
Dreams, emotions, hopes—everything appeared as colorful lines surrounding everyone. These colors represented emotions, feelings, traumas, pain and grief, joy and hope, and much more.
In this world of colors, which she could only perceive by infusing a Dream Soul Sphere into her Upper Dantian in her head, she noticed something else.
The other two spheres orbiting around her resembled formless masses of pink energy.
Yet as she watched her disciples train relentlessly, she understood.
They were taking her shape.
FLUOSH!
Within the World of Dreams, Maria finally grasped the true power of Dream Soul Spheres.
"A division of the self."
Without tearing apart a piece of her soul or body to achieve it.
Yes.
Maria was in a rush.
The fifth form was discovered.
{Spectral Ghostly Fist Art: Fifth Form – Dream Ghost}
A simple name, but Maria preferred to keep things straightforward.
It perfectly embodied what this technique was.
A ghost born from dreams.
A ghost of her dreams, of everyone’s dreams who could manifest them.
Not only could it imitate her techniques, but it could fight alongside her like a true ally. To most people, it appeared only as a floating sphere—or sometimes remained completely invisible.
What was more...
FLUOSH!
These Dream Ghosts could merge into the Middle Dantian at the heart, the Upper Dantian in the head, or the Lower Dantian in the stomach. Each location boosted different powers depending on the number of Dream Ghosts merged.
The head increased Thinking Speed by 100% per Dream Ghost, the heart boosted Physical Power by 100%, and the stomach enhanced Magical Power by 100%.
With the birth of the fifth form, the limit of Dream Soul Spheres rose to nine.
The eighth day arrived, and Maria felt utterly exhausted for reasons she couldn’t quite explain. She had never felt this tired since becoming a ghost, yet now she felt as though she might collapse from sheer fatigue.
She had overexerted herself. Her soul was drained.
These Martial Arts were reaching into unseen territories, digging deep into her very consciousness.
It required both intense meditation and effort—more effort than she had ever put forth since her death and transformation into a ghost.
That day, she assigned her disciples various quests to help them master all five forms and held another tournament. Finally, she rewarded the remaining disciples with Dream Hearts after they proved their determination in the sparring matches.
This included the Elders and the White Mist Immortal, who at last received recognition for their hard work.
As the ninth day approached, in the middle of the night, Maria experienced a strange nightmare. Her own Dream Ghost pursued her relentlessly.
In the nightmare, they took the form of swords and axes, slashing and piercing her body.
She woke up gasping for air and immediately noticed something.
A black Dream Soul Sphere had appeared before her.
This Black Dream Soul Sphere was different from the others. It acted independently, without needing instructions from her consciousness or pre-set commands.
It was rebellious and aggressive, almost as if it were...
A living being. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
In that moment, Maria understood instantly.
This was her darkness—her darkest emotions, her traumas.
Her nightmare given form, the part of herself she tried to hide but could not.
Dreams were not pure, just like souls.
They carried darkness. Sometimes Nightmares emerged, born from a person’s insecurities and traumas.
This rebellious, independent black Dream Soul Sphere was the sixth form.
{Spectral Ghostly Fist Art: Sixth Form – Nightmare Soul Heart}
It was not a sphere but a Heart.
It could not divide. There was only one, a personal embodiment of someone’s Nightmares, Traumas, and Suffering.
A special Dream Soul Sphere that grew alongside its owner.
Unlike the others, when merged into the Dantians, it disrupted energy flow and caused pain.
Yet it granted a powerful Nightmare Ki Aura that boosted Thinking Speed, Physical Power, and Magical Power by 300% each.
It was overwhelming.
But there was a deeper layer to Dream Hearts that Maria was only now uncovering.
When Nightmares formed, it was because people were consumed by grief, trauma, and inner conflict while possessing a Dream Heart.
This was exactly that.
A "Nightmare" born from their darkest emotions—now dominated and tamed.
In a way, it allowed someone to create their own evil twin.
This power was the most complex. Most disciples struggled to grasp its principles, but Maria continued guiding them patiently.
Over time, some succeeded. Their own Nightmare Soul Hearts were born, each unique and strange, possessing mysterious powers of their own.
And with them came individual transformations.
From there, the seventh form emerged almost instantly on the tenth day—the final day before they departed to overthrow the Murim Alliance.
Though still very incomplete, Maria was satisfied she had established the foundation of her Martial Arts.
FLUOSH!
By reshaping her Nightmare Dream Heart into a pair of spectral, spiky gloves...
The seventh form was born.
{Spectral Ghostly Fist Art: Seventh Form – Spectral Nightmare Embodiment}
Immortal Artifacts? Sanguine Relics?
Her disciples needed none of those, not when they already had their Dream Weapons.
They now possessed a second weapon born purely from their own Martial Arts.
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