Ceasefire

The great river surged eastward, wild cascades billowing like clouds. (Due to caching, users are requested to visit the \nCOM website directly through their browsers for the fastest chapter updates.)

Mist.

A vast, overwhelming mist swirled about, so thick that the way ahead could not be seen at all.

One step forward.

Gray dust stirred by magical power into faint ripples, spreading in all directions. Only then did it clear an open space for a figure to stand.

The man was rather tall and lean. From his attire alone, he carried something of an immortal's bearing and a Dao cultivator's lofty air. Yet his face held none of the calm composure of a true cultivator. Instead, he warily watched his surroundings, spreading out his divine sense to probe the darkness without cease.

As though afraid that something might suddenly burrow out of the darkness and drag him in along with it.

Looking back, the cultivators who had originally formed the battle formation had vanished somewhere along the way. As he walked, only he remained, alone and solitary. When he spotted a gray shadow not far away, Ji Gang's eyes gleamed as he activated his Dharma Eye. Empowering the whisk in his hand with magical power, he swept the mist before him aside.

In the distance.

Banners and iron tablets hung down like refined gold.

Beneath the solemn banners stood ranks of Green-Faced Ghost soldiers, stern and chilling. They seemed to tread upon clouds. Their legs had not visibly moved, yet they had already appeared before him.

Ji Gang formed a sword seal with his fingers, stirred his magical power, and sent out his flying sword. With a flick of his whisk, he saw the ghost general commanding the troops raise a long-handled weapon condensed from Baleful Intent.

Ji Gang's face