Chapter 586 I Can Feel Its Presence

Chapter 586 I Can Feel Its Presence

To be honest, ever since I started practicing Internal Alchemy, especially after feeling the energy in my body crystallize into energy crystals, particularly when having sex with women, I last longer than most men. Plus, after getting rid of those vengeful spirits for Kyle last time, I've come to believe, more or less, in these phenomena and legends that science can't explain.

I know the incantation Byron was reciting, but I always thought it was too unreliable. It invokes supreme gods from various pantheons—forget whether they even exist, but even if they do, could you really summon them?

You're just a mortal. Even if you really had that kind of power, getting one or two gods to help you would already be pretty impressive. This spirit-summoning incantation is just ridiculous—it feels like calling the gods to a meeting. Besides the God King, who has that kind of authority?

Besides, if all these gods actually showed up, forget a small hospital room—the whole city would probably be turned upside down, right?

Paul told me that people who practice cultivation usually need to be able to communicate with spirits first, then invite various deities to possess them and help drive away ghosts and catch demons.

But I don't need to do that, because I already have energy crystals in my body, which means I'm destined to connect with the divine realm. With the energy and crystals in my body, I can actually freely move between the Yin-Yang realms. It's just that my other cultivation isn't enough yet, or maybe I'm too attached to the mortal world, so I rarely enter the Yin realm.

In other words, if I took action, I wouldn't need to summon this god or that god. I already have the potential to become a god myself—I just need to keep cultivating until I achieve divinity.

Of course, maybe this is all just Paul's nonsense. He couldn't even succeed in his own cultivation, so what right does he have to guide me?

Byron continued chanting: "The gods hold sacred talismans and spells, and Byron Reyes wishes to save all beings from suffering, cure illness and restore life, subdue demons and eliminate evil, ward off wickedness..."

That's when I learned Byron's full name was Byron Reyes. Though it's not hard to imagine that if you actually went to Longhu Peak to check, there definitely wouldn't be any record of him.

The people standing outside didn't know what was happening inside the room. They all seemed nervous and excited, everyone on edge.

The caregiver was sitting with Sabrina and Cordelia, a bit nervous herself but constantly comforting the two elderly women.

Noah and Dane stood a bit farther away, chatting by the nurses' station.

Bob had no expression on his face, but looked gloomy, like he had a lot on his mind. Though he wasn't saying anything, he was probably more worried than the four elderly people.

My attention was completely focused on the hospital room. The people present didn't realize this though—they thought I was just listening intently to the sounds from inside.

Even so, Bob occasionally gave me looks of deep gratitude.

But right then, I saw Byron suddenly collapse headfirst into the bedside table, knocking everything off it.

The others just heard noise from inside, not knowing what had happened.

A moment later, I saw Byron suddenly fall down, lying on the floor convulsing. The two people kneeling beside him also fell down at the same time, convulsing exactly like him.

I didn't think much of it at first, figuring they were just putting on a show. After all, they'd collected twenty thousand dollars—they had to make some commotion to make people think they'd earned their money.

"What's that noise?" Bob came up to me and asked.

Seeing how nervous he was, the four elderly people and the caregiver also gathered around.

I shook my head. To Bob, this meant I didn't know, but actually I was trying to tell him not to make noise—the exorcism ritual seemed to have reached a critical stage.

Just then, I saw Byron and his two assistants suddenly foaming at the mouth. Looking at Chloe and Jasper, they were also convulsing all over, and looked like they were about to foam at the mouth too.

"Nolan..."

Chloe became extremely uncomfortable, calling my name in great pain. Her voice was very small—besides me, no one outside could hear it clearly.

"Oh no, something's wrong!"

I suddenly pushed the door open. Chloe was convulsing all over. When she saw me come in, she seemed to breathe a long sigh of relief. Her face, which had been tense and fearful, immediately relaxed, but then foam appeared at the corners of her mouth.

The others rushed in after me. They were stunned by the scene before them—the three people lying on the floor and the two on the bed were all convulsing non-stop and foaming at the mouth.

No one had ever seen such a scene. Even Bob was dumbfounded, and the four elderly people were even worse off, standing there pale-faced, trembling involuntarily.

The shaken caregiver still had a clear head though. She actually called out first: "I'll go get a doctor!"

"Wait!"

At this moment I couldn't worry about anything else. Saving people came first. As for whether there would be consequences later, I'd already pushed that to the back of my mind.

I immediately formed hand seals and silently recited the Golden Light Sacred Incantation, controlling the entire hospital room in the first instant. Even if there was an Infant Spirit present, it couldn't escape.

Moreover, the Golden Light Sacred Incantation was like suddenly encountering a flash of lightning in the darkness for an Infant Spirit—and this lightning was lasting and extremely blinding. An ordinary ghost would probably be scared out of its wits.

Though the Infant Spirit was powerful, it couldn't recover for a while.

Next, following Paul's instructions, I silently recited the sacred incantation for confusing ghosts.

After finishing the sacred incantation, countless purple rays shot from my fingertips, forming a net throughout the entire hospital room.

Actually, this sacred incantation was meant to make disembodied souls completely lose their sense of direction, then let me command them at will.

At this moment, I saw black energy rising from each of the five people, entering the formation I'd set up, then forming an even larger mass of black energy within the formation.

I immediately began silently reciting the sacred incantation for sealing ghosts.

That huge mass of black energy slowly contracted into the shape of a rag doll. Without a doubt, this should be the Infant Spirit's original form.

Because I'd heard Byron and Paul talk about it for so long, I knew the Infant Spirit was too powerful. Although I'd sealed it, I was afraid I couldn't control it for long, so my first reaction was to use the ghost-banishing sacred incantation to make it vanish into thin air.

The ghost-banishing sacred incantation is a systematic incantation. This kind of sacred incantation can often be recited backwards or in loops—one incantation becoming several incantations.

This spell was too powerful. Even the most powerful evil ghost in the world probably couldn't escape being reduced to ashes.

Just then, I heard a cat's cry—like the kind of shriek when someone steps on its tail, or like a baby's cry when it wakes up startled in the middle of the night.

At the same time, I heard a shrill baby's voice saying angrily: "I hate you all, hate you all!"