Hidden Danger

The moon hung high.

Thin clouds drifted like mist.

The wind howled.

As a wind-calming spell descended into the clouds, the raging winds and clouds immediately fell still.

The barefoot cultivator in white robes entered the main hall. Before him, dim candle flames lay piled like mountains. The disciples assigned to tend the lamps and guard the hall had already withdrawn, not daring to disturb him.

He casually picked up a golden ladle.

Its long handle resembled a sword. With a gentle flick, the lamp oil fell neatly into the lamps.

The Life Soul Hall was enormous. From outside, it appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary main hall, but within, it was like several great halls joined together, forming this vast, empty space.

The life lamps were held aloft by the soul altar at the center.

At the very center of the soul altar stood a long banner with a black-red wrought steel pole and a red seal embroidered with shimmering indigo-gold light. This object, which resembled a ritual vessel used in ceremonies, was now held in the hands of the cultivator dressed in milky-white robes and wearing a white jade crown.

Mana.

The Soul Banner immediately changed, transforming into a little ghost. It stretched lazily, rubbed the fangs by its mouth, and asked with apparent curiosity, "It seems a great many things happened."

"That's right."

Taiyi nodded, his expression grave. "I couldn't find enough Yin gods, so I sent the disciples out to search. But Yin gods seem to be forever insufficient."

"So?"

"So, whenever someone dies, if they are willing to remain with the sect..." Before Taiyi could finish, Tu Shan Jun already understood. There were not enough Yin souls. Naturally, the Yin souls of deceased disciples could not simply be allowed to let their true