Azure Sun Bird!
It was born with innate spells for swallowing souls and devouring ghosts.
It was one of the Sacred Beasts of the Spirit World, and even more so the natural enemy of the many ghostly creatures of the Underworld Realm.
Of course, what was before them now was only a faint azure shadow conjured with the power of a Dharma Treasure.
But even so, it was more than enough to deal with the ghosts before them.
"Go!"
Hermit Qinglian gave a soft shout. The birds beat their wings, tracing graceful arcs through the air, and the sound of ghosts wailing and wolves howling echoed by their ears.
Those nearly one hundred Yinhun ghosts all returned to the netherworld in the span of a single breath. The other cultivators, however, had no treasures of such might. Whether among humans or demons, cultivators kept falling, even including old monsters at the Nascent Soul level.
As time passed, the situation not only showed no sign of improving, it instead descended into chaos beyond repair.
Even more terrifying was that this strange pillar of light was not the only one.
The true face of Xuanyuan City was an enormous Altar, divided into five formation eyes of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.
At this moment, five pitch-black pillars of light towered into the clouds, and the Yin energy they emitted kept condensing into terrifying ghosts.
Of course, in terms of strength, Xuanyuan City at this moment had gathered elites from every sect and faction of the Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces, along with Rogue Cultivators who lived in seclusion across the lands. It could be called a place where experts were as thick as clouds.
Compared with the ghosts condensed from Yin energy, they were actually superior by several degrees, and by both