The Netherworld, beyond the Yellow Springs Sea of the West Continent.
The deep, weighty sound of the Bull Horn rang out across heaven and earth once more.
The Sage Corpse floated in midair. The clothes around his body moved without wind, and as his long hair streamed about, an icy, frigid radiance glimmered in his eyes.
Above his head, a colossal Habit Storm spun into a vast vortex, as though it contained an endless force of crushing pressure that made anyone who gazed upon it lose heart.
Corpse Mister and Heavenly Old flew behind the Sage Corpse.
Within a radius of two hundred thousand li, the ghosts that had originally sprawled across the land in utter disorder suddenly became neat and orderly, as though they had all fallen under control. As the Sage Corpse moved, they followed him in one direction.
Those too weak to keep up gradually fell outside the two-hundred-thousand-li radius, while the number of the powerful ones continued to grow.
Countless ghosts were controlled by the Sage Corpse. Under the command of Heavenly Old and Corpse Mister, they surged toward a single direction like an immense tide.
"Are you certain this is the direction?" Corpse Mister asked in a deep voice.
Heavenly Old narrowed his eyes as he gazed ahead. "There can be no mistake. Though we've taken a few detours, I'm certain that if we continue like this, we'll definitely find the other feng shui Master!"
"Good!" Corpse Mister nodded. The bell in his hand began to sway once more.
The Sage Corpse continued flying in that direction. The mighty procession resembled an enormous-scale war!
The living world, at Zhong Shan's encampment.
"We can't alert the enemy, but then what do we do? This Tian Shu simply can't be killed. When we fight him, we don't