Zhong Shan's ten Shadow Clones shot away in ten different directions inside the Yuanshi Banner.
This was a strange world, filled with endless Evil Ghosts whose origins were unknown. Having the ten Shadow Clones search it was no easy task.
Fortunately, one of the Shadow Clones had good luck and quickly discovered something unusual.
The Shadow Clone shot in one direction. Its speed was freakishly fast, and although it encountered several powerful Evil Ghosts along the way, not one of them had ever been able to touch Zhong Shan.
At last, it found a strange place.
Swords—a forest of swords, or rather, a gigantic Sword Tomb.
The earth was covered in swords of every shape and style. All of them shared the same aura: a turbid, incomparably heavy aura.
A great number of Evil Ghosts flew out of this enormous Sword Tomb, scattering in every direction.
Zhong Shan cautiously advanced deeper inside.
He soon reached the center. On a high platform stood a huge throne, and seated upon it was a fiendish Asura-like Evil Ghost—the same black Asura King Zhong Shan had fought earlier, the Evil Ghost King.
Below, countless Evil Ghost guards stared greedily at the throne, yet seemed to fear the Evil Ghost King seated upon it.
There was a large pool below. The pool was pitch-black, filled with roiling black water. Countless feeble black ghosts crawled out from it, as though most of the Evil Ghosts in this world had been born from pools like this Black Pool.
As soon as a new batch of Evil Ghosts emerged, the Evil Ghost King on the throne inhaled sharply, sucking them into his nostrils. Most were devoured by the Evil Ghost King alone, while a small portion entered the nostrils of the Evil Ghost guards.
Thus, he occupied a