"Whoosh, whoosh~" The farther forward they went, the more violently the sinister wind howled around them. From time to time, countless wandering ghosts could be seen within it. Deep in the mountains ahead, groups of ghost cultivator legions were faintly visible on patrol. They had already entered the depths, which counted as the territory of the three Ghost Emperors. Unless they were ghost cultivators affiliated with the three Ghost Emperors, ordinary cultivators generally would not come here.
Lin Bai and Gu Citian traveled onward, encountering numerous ghost cultivator legions along the way. Though those legions noticed the two of them, they merely investigated briefly before continuing their patrols and did not come looking for trouble with Lin Bai and Gu Citian.
In the depths, the three Ghost Emperors' heavenly might reigned supreme. Ordinary ghost cultivators, the Demon Race, and the human race did not dare cause trouble here recklessly. As a result, the depths were actually much more peaceful than the central and outer regions. After traveling safely without incident, Lin Bai and Gu Citian entered the area of the Eighteen Levels Palace.
Before long, Lin Bai raised his head and gazed into the distance. Amid the dim heavens and earth, he could see a mountain peak soaring into the clouds. Powerful auras churned atop it. From far away, Lin Bai sensed the auras of martial artists and the Demon Race fluctuating there. Only after approaching did he see an old man speed out from within the mountain peak and quickly arrive before Lin Bai and Gu Citian.
The newcomer was an old man with a thin, lanky build. He was wrapped in black robes, his beard was white, and his eyes were turbid and dull. After arriving before Gu Citian, his expression turned solemn. "Citian, didn't we agree that