A million soldiers, a hundred thousand generals.
Saints appeared, their might made kings bow.
Above, to the Ninth Heaven; below, down to the Ninth Abyss.
Fierce ghost soldiers rode the clouds, their killing intent surging to the heavens.
The biting chill completely transformed heaven and earth. Amid clanging tremors, ghost generals in cold iron masks led their ranks through the air, staining the boundless azure sky.
Such a bizarre spectacle rendered all the saints speechless.
It was as though they had never lived in the underworld at all, but rather in a radiant world of the living.
Millions of fierce ghost soldiers gathered like clouds, with ghost generals filling the skies around them.
The Ghost Kings of the Ten Directions each formed hand seals and ascended their respective royal courts.
Upon the towering platform.
Tu Shan Jun wore a pearl crown and kingly robes, ten small banners standing behind him like a forest of swords and halberds amid an army of thousands. His tall, upright frame looked like the king of all ghosts beneath those royal robes.
He held the sun, moon, and cosmos in his palm, gripped the great tide of the world in his hand, and opened his court to be crowned king beneath the murky yin heavens.
With the divine weapon Heavenly Strike held horizontally before him, his majesty shook the world.
He asked in a long voice, "Fellow Daoists, do you recognize this formation of mine?"
Of a thousand Dao arts and ten thousand divine abilities, even when Tu Shan Jun wielded them personally, he could only bring out a portion of the Soul Banner's power. Only the Ghost Kings of the Ten Directions Slaughter Formation could fully and perfectly unleash every ounce of the Soul Banner's strength.
This was the Soul Banner's strongest Dao!
Otherwise,