"The Myriad Ghosts Sect? You mean the Myriad Ghosts Sect that defected to the Devil Race during the war between immortals and devils several thousand years ago?"
The gold-robed elder nodded and said, "That's right. Rumor has it that the Sect Master of the Myriad Ghosts Sect was taken over by a Ghost through Soul Seizing, and only then did he commit the foolish act of defecting to the Devil Race. Our sect joined forces with multiple powers to wipe out the Myriad Ghosts Sect. That battle was fought until heaven and earth went dark, and the Myriad Ghosts Sea Region was reduced to ruins. To prevent the Myriad Ghosts Sect from rising from the ashes and flaring up again, the various powers laid down layer upon layer of restrictions and stationed heavy forces to monitor the Myriad Ghosts Sea Region. After the Myriad Ghosts Sect was destroyed, no one knew the exact location of this Small World, nor do we know how the power that destroyed the Golden Toad Sect knew the Small World was here."
"Enough of that. Guard the outside. This old man will take people in to encircle and exterminate those Ghosts. I only hope this Small World does not have a passage to the Nether Ghost Realm. Otherwise, forget the South Sea Cultivation World—even this entire plane will face a great trouble. The war between immortals and devils several thousand years ago began precisely because the Myriad Ghosts Sect opened a passage and let the Devil Race in, causing the living to be plunged into misery and suffering, and multiple powers to be destroyed."
The middle-aged man took out a Formation Plate and injected a Hand Seal into it. Near the black whirlpool, ripples stirred, and a pale-white gate of light appeared out of thin