Time passed like a white steed flashing through a crack; ten years went by in the blink of an eye.
Myriad Ghosts Sea Region, a desolate and uninhabited stretch of sea.
Cheng Zhenyu and Zheng Nan flew through the air, their faces full of vigilance as they moved slowly.
The seawater below was black, and chilling yin winds blew by from time to time. From afar came waves of mournful Ghost Wails.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, a desolate island spanning a hundred li appeared ahead. The two released their divine senses and carefully swept over the entire island, but found nothing.
Forget spiritual medicine—even a single Ghost was nowhere to be seen.
In their early years, they had ventured through the Myriad Ghosts Sea Region and discovered news of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Fire. They had traded that information to the Wang Family in exchange for Core Formation Spiritual Objects.
After Core Formation, they often came and went through the Myriad Ghosts Sea Region in hopes of finding rare treasures that could help them achieve Nascent Soul Formation.
"Dear, have you noticed that over the past dozen years, there have been fewer and fewer Ghosts in the Myriad Ghosts Sea Region? The Ghosts we occasionally encounter are mostly low-rank ones. We rarely run into Ghost Kings at the Core Formation Stage."
Zheng Nan frowned. More than ten years ago, when they had ventured deep into the Myriad Ghosts Sea Region, they had been pursued by a Nascent Soul Realm Ghost. Fortunately, a Nascent Soul Cultivator had saved them. Since then, the Ghosts in the Myriad Ghosts Sea Region had become fewer and fewer. Strictly speaking, it was the high-rank Ghosts that had grown increasingly scarce.
The dwindling number of high-rank Ghosts was a