The oppressive night descended.
Bai Yujun and her party of five immortals flew over the capital.
They swept their gaze across the city. Its lights gradually went out, leaving only a grim, silent black night. Dark clouds spread, blotting out the starlight like a rotting corpse reeking of decay, black-red sewage streaming from it to drown the horizon. The stench of blood filled the air, and the chill pierced flesh and bone. Yin Wind wailed while Lost Souls howled and wept.
Heavenly Soldiers and Generals stood guard, deterring evil spirits.
No powerful malignant ghosts had been born, only resentful souls that lingered without leaving.
Tragic and pitiful.
As far as the eye could see, the ground was filled with wandering ghosts drifting aimlessly. There were too many. The Devil Race had ravaged the land for over a decade, and the dead were beyond counting. Devils brought nothing but death and destruction. As for claims that the Devil Race were gods defeated in conflict, there was no need to mention such nonsense again. Whether righteous or wicked, god or devil, one judged by their deeds.
Five sacred streaks of light tore through the dark sky, bringing hope...
They had to be careful and restrain their auras as much as possible, lest a careless release of pressure scatter the weak wandering souls.
"There is nothing strange about it. Once night falls, countless Lost Souls crawl from their hiding places and wander about. There are simply too many, and the underworld's soul-reaping officers cannot keep up."
Bai Yujun spoke calmly as she flew, explaining the current state of Minglan World to the other four.
"The war in Minglan Great World ended one or two years ago. Why has the underworld still not taken away these ghosts?"
Lu Qingyun, clutching her Sword Box, was