Woooooo—
As the yin souls and vicious ghosts wailed miserably, mist stirred in the distance, and several figures soon came running out.
Before the people arrived, their voices did.
It was a woman's voice brimming with seductive charm, her voice seeming to come with hooks, exceedingly alluring. At this moment, her words were full of excitement. "We're here, we're here! Brothers, look, it's this stele... Central Origin Realm!"
"Once we reach the Central Origin Realm, Ba Zunan won't be far away. This time, I'll definitely let you brothers witness the bearing of the legendary Eighth Sword Immortal!"
A woman who looked barely over twenty, dressed in a gauzy light skirt that showed off her exceptionally fiery figure, arrived before the stele with a golden apricot pearl raised in her hand.
She paused, tapped her forehead, and changed her words somewhat ruefully:
"Oh, right, this 'Matchmaker Really Big' was right. Matchmaker did misspeak. It should be called the 'Central Origin Realm Ruins' now."
"After all, the Central Origin Realm has become part of the Ghost Buddha Realm too."
The woman chattered on without stopping for a moment.
But in truth, apart from the two seemingly guard-like Taixu experts following behind her—one old, one middle-aged—there was clearly no one else around.
Yet Matchmaker had long grown accustomed to this "talking to herself." "Brothers from the Central Region, make way."
"Now, let us broaden the horizons of our brothers from the eastern, western, southern, and northern regions."
Holding the golden apricot pearl in her hand as though she were holding an eyeball, she bent down and carefully "looked" over the Central Origin Realm stele from top to bottom.
Then she turned around and used the pearl to "scan" the desolate, gloomy surroundings, all while talking to herself:
"Brothers, look at this ghostly place!"