The Ten Thousand Souls Conspiracy

A chilling sneer came from all directions. Countless phantoms let out eerie, ghostly laughter as they circled Lin Donghong, greed gleaming beneath their sinister aura.

Countless hoarse voices rang out.

"Hurry up! I can't wait any longer. It's been six hundred years! I should've possessed you last time!"

"Old thing, your descendant is too unreliable. Why not let me out first? I promise I won't forget you all! Hahahahaha!"

"Let me do it, let me do it! I'll get out first, then bring you all with me! Trust me!"

"Fools, stop making a scene. Since this fellow brought so many people here, we should get ready and leave together."

An aged voice rang out, and all the phantoms fell silent at once, not daring to speak again.

They parted into two rows, making way for a noticeably larger phantom that drifted slowly toward them.

The figure's head was fully visible. He was unmistakably a venerable elder, but his face was completely pale and his eyes unfocused, as though endless despair lurked within them.

Lin Donghong immediately began to tremble.

He couldn't help recalling what had happened six hundred years ago.

Back then, he was just an insignificant cultivator in the Star Luo Realm, someone nobody cared about. He'd remained in last place all the way until the Fourth Trial.

He hadn't lied, either. He really had tried nearly a hundred times on the Snow Road before finally reaching the end.

But what happened afterward was quite different from what he'd told Ye Kang.

He hadn't stopped at the outskirts of Wushe Divine Palace. He'd successfully entered the Fourth Trial and reached the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls.

After that, he'd been injured by accident, and his blood essence had spilled out, attracting this group of Ghost Souls whose intelligence still