Ghost

Specters of a past life, haunting the living only for terrors sake. To unnerve those daring to posses what was taken, to steal what was lost.

### Soul

The breath of mind, reason, Spirit. Invinsible, formless, unnoticable for life and the only anchor to remain in death. The conduit of all, being, knowledge and experience. A book on life, to pass on to death. For the sites to be ripped out and another story to arise. But not all can be forgotten. Grudges, held for ages, or recently. Great obsessions, grief and discontentment. A bright summer day interupted by but a moment of hail. Forever to be remembered, to never again be let go.

Rip out what you need no longer. Forgett what shakles to a life long lost. Flee from the Demons haunting your dreams.

*Ah, what an unfair death! Unwilling, unable, incapable!* Like smoke drifting, giving direction by the sea. A smoke turning one with the world.

*The world giveth, the world taketh.*

But what is this? A blemish, small, tiny, barely worth the meantion. A blemish on the else oh so brilliant life. I can't forget, musn't forget! Like a tumor it eats, consumes, ravages what Eternity deems sacred. Enraged, Heaven roars. The obsession, cut loose of its host, falls to the earth, the soul boards the ship to its destination, to relive.

[Ghosts are subjective and heavily influenced by the obsession shackeling to the Mortal Plane. Ordinarily the Body, through the medium of the Vital Qi serves as the anchor, but obsession may take its place. The obsession is therefore cut of to wander alone and allow the Souls reincarnation.]

### Ghost

A dot, less than a Soul, more than nothing. Wandering the planes, unkowing, incomplete. Not Human, not Mortal, not Immortal. The world watches with disgust as it seeks to hide. But nothing seems lost, Will paves the way and no Will stands stronger but one granted to obsession.

[A Ghost is but a corrupted part of the Soul, abandoned in the plane of the living to save the Soul]

#### Body-Condensation

Unembodied, vulnerable. Like the homeless to the elements it fears the world. The tree, the wind, the man, the light. But all hope is not lost. Deeply, far too long ago therin lies a memory. A memory of a time different of now. But what is the difference? Man, Woman, Child. All do they have a home, to protect and shelter what is most dear. Themselfs.

So the dot of nothing remembers itself, forms a body, and embarks on the path.

[A Ghost transforms a new body. This body is superiour to "Cultivators" and has them equal to Foundation-Establishment Realm Cultivators, despite its many shortcomings]

#### Soul-Strengthening

A hull, a safehaven for the Soul. A breath of respite. It remembers. It's purpose, why it remains, what can't be let go. But why? Perhaps the answers will be found in what was lost.

[The reconstruction of the Soul is comparable to the Nascent-Soul Realm, though it takes Millenia to complete]

#### Cultivation

Human. What it is to be Human? To have body and Soul, Spirit and Mind. An immitation of life or the original? Whatever many might say, since it looks Human, speaks and acts Human and Cultivates like a Human. Is it not Human?

[From here on they follow the ordinary Omniscient Cultivation Scheme, though their Soul-Refinement during Immortal Ascension is far more difficult by virtue of their heavily damaged Soul]