"Let's wait and see. The several bursts of aura that suddenly erupted from Autumnwater Town are quite strange, but it's hard to say whether they have anything to do with the rumored Spirit Ruins Secret Realm."
Lu Xiaotian shook his head and gazed into the distance, where spiritual energy and ghostly, demonic aura were dispersing. He silently wondered whether he should enter if this really was the Spirit Ruins Secret Realm. There were undoubtedly immense opportunities within, but in the cultivation world, everything came down to strength. He had only just entered the Nascent Soul Realm. He might be able to fight a Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator, but against a great cultivator, he would be powerless.
Since this was a battlefield of ancient cultivators, danger and crisis were surely lurking alongside it. Lu Xiaotian was not accustomed to dangers beyond his control.
"Wooo—" A tremendous horn sounded, desolate and mournful, as though countless wronged souls were crying and howling within it.
High in the sky, three enormous white-bone ships tore through the air. They were no smaller than the flying warships of the human race, and ghostly aura surged around the skeletal flags above them. A vast tide of ghostly energy swept toward them.
Ranks of skeletal ghost soldiers stood against the wind aboard the ships. At the prows and along both sides of the white-bone ships, huge skeletal serpent heads gaped toward the sky, as if they meant to swallow it whole.
"Though the ghost race has lain dormant for countless years, its imposing presence is truly extraordinary. It has the force to sweep across mountains and rivers; these are no mere wandering ghosts. If not for several of our cultivation realms joining forces, one or two realms alone would have struggled to hold them back." Madam Huaying