They had found a secret realm teeming with deathly aura. Everyone was quite curious about it, so they followed Ling Tian inside.
Feeling the deathly aura around them, so pure it was almost tangible, and sensing it assailing them, everyone's expressions turned slightly grave. They hurriedly summoned their Origin Power to resist it. Then Tan Tai Chang Feng said, "Brother Ling, the deathly aura here seems no less pure than the one where we found the Buddhist Sanskrit Sound secret art. Could the secret art here be on the same level as Buddhist Sanskrit Sound?"
"Judging by how pure the deathly aura is, it should be on the same level," Fairy Meng Shang said. Her normally cool voice held a faint note of excitement. "It seems Dou Dou was right. The secret arts in this realm are extraordinary."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go take a look!" Ming Ye urged. As he spoke, he charged ahead first.
The others grew even more curious. They all set off after him.
Before long, they reached the center of the secret realm and saw a cliff. It was entirely deathly gray, radiating a dense deathly aura. The faint, mournful cries of a hundred ghosts echoed around it, and shadowy figures flickered into view, making their skin crawl.
Of course, none of that could frighten Ling Tian and the others. Their attention had been drawn to a jade wall on the cliff.
On the jade wall, a gray-robed man performed a strange secret art. Ghostly shadows and vengeful souls swarmed around him. Under his refinement, they coalesced into solid, human-shaped forms. Tens of thousands of ghostly shadows and vengeful souls ultimately formed only nine ghost corpses, which then scattered in every direction and guarded the gray-robed man.
No one knew what secret