It was not just me—all the Immortals were stunned. One after another, they hurriedly flew in the direction Passing-Shoulder Mountain Dragon was heading. After all, standing atop the Immortal Mountain, they could not see much.
Just then, the roars and shrieks of ghosts and monsters rang out from outside. It sounded as if someone up ahead had started a battle. I looked at Qiniang beside me and hurriedly asked, "What's going on? Could it be just as you said?"
"Great Immortal, I'm afraid the evil ghosts crossing the River of Reincarnation are blocking the way. To pass through the Six Paths, one has to pay a toll," Qiniang said.
I hastily increased my speed, because Grandma was currently at the position of Passing-Shoulder Mountain Dragon's head. That was also where the noise was loudest. The center of the battle might be there.
Sure enough, Grandma was standing beside the enormous dragon head, directing countless savage ghosts and monsters in a fierce battle against the invading enemy. The surrounding area had already become a battlefield. Group after group of ghost-path sword cultivators in strangely familiar attire kept charging Passing-Shoulder Mountain Dragon's defenses while battling countless ghost beasts!
"How could it be the Beitang Sword Path!?" Qiniang cried out.
"As expected, facing Passing-Shoulder Mountain Dragon, the one standing in the very center is Jian Beitang, right? That woman must have been drinking. Look at that wicked smile hanging from the corner of her mouth." I asked with a cold laugh.
In the far distance, a woman held a flask of green wine in one hand and rested the other on the hilt of the sword at her waist. She gazed at Grandma with drunken, hazy eyes, as if she might charge over at any moment. Sure enough, she was the one who