[Year forty-two, age seventy-eight.]
[You chose the character "Martial" for your title, calling yourself the Martial King.]
[As the newly arrived Martial King, you were gathering momentum fast.]
[By poaching the Bone Mountain King's followers, you soon amassed over a thousand people.]
[You did not hold your ground at any particular "warehouse." Instead, you moved elsewhere after emptying each one.]
[You were like a swarm of locusts, gnawing away all over the Bone Mountain King's fields.]
[During this time, you encountered the Ghost Formation barrier on the outskirts of Three Fork Ridge.]
[66 and the others said the Bone Mountain King had personally set up this Ghost Formation barrier to mark the boundaries between his territory and those of other mountain kings, seal it off from the outside world, prevent his subordinates from escaping, and so on.]
["This isn't a formation from the Real Realm..."]
[Even without using "Single-Minded Devotion" to raise your mastery of formations to Grandmaster, you could tell that this was clearly not a formation as you had previously understood them.]
[There were no formation flags, Formation Artifacts, or other formation implements in sight, nor any crystals, Source Stones, or other energy sources, much less formation patterns or related traces.]
[All there was was a curtain of light and a single formation effect:]
[If you passed through this barrier, you would lose half your Ghostfire, and every bone in your body would lose your personal imprint.]
["This is more like a spell."]
[66 showered you with praise.]
["You're right, Martial King. The so-called Ghost Formations in the Burial Ground are actually spells!"]
[66 explained to you that the Burial Ground had a kind of "local specialty" called "Taboo Blood."]
["Taboo Blood" was incredibly miraculous and could accomplish many things.]
[You only needed to pour your own Ghostfire