Those traveling with me included Shang Min, Si Xiaoxian, Chi Sheng, and several first-grade generals from the Divine Firmament Sect. Xu Jianjiao and the others had come along as well. This concerned opening up Mount Tuming and establishing an official office there, so we could not afford the slightest carelessness.
To be fair, although the Ghost Path was barren, as the Tuming Ghost Emperor, I had received quite a substantial number of rewards and Dao Artifacts. Take the black cloud carrying several hundred people beneath us—it was something only a Ghost Emperor could use. I had heard that this Dao Artifact could carry tens of thousands of elite soldiers and generals at once, making it a high-grade Dao Artifact for surprise attacks.
During this spare period, I had also refined the two Dao swords of the Worrycloud Ghost Child. Thus, I was not short of Dao Artifacts to use now. It was just that these two swords still needed to be reforged, so I had temporarily handed them over to Si Xiaoxian for study.
Sitting atop the clouds, I gazed into the distance. Crimson clouds rolled ahead of us—one of the distinctive features of the Ghost Path's starry sky. Si Xiaoxian and Shang Min, the two great divine officials, stood beside me, keeping me company in idle conversation.
"These crimson clouds are so out of place compared to everything ahead. I truly wonder where they came from, and how the Ghost Path came to collapse to this extent. Heavenly Official Shang, what do you think caused it?" I sighed, deeply grieved by the Ghost Path's misery over the past several thousand years.
"My lord, war always brings such a cruel side. The Ghost Path's collapse originated from a great battle. It was that battle that turned this place into what