On the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, the Ghost Gate Pass at Yin Mountain swung wide open. A million Ghost Cultivators surged out. These ghosts had fought year after year in Hell, devouring one another until they grew into Ghost Cultivators, Ghost Immortals, Ghost Kings, and Ghost Emperors. Each carved out their own territory in Hell, recognizing neither the Yama Kings nor the Heavenly Court, and styling themselves Heavenly Kings. The Ten Kings of Hell couldn't hold them back, and had no choice but to report the matter to the Heavenly Court and inform Jade Emperor Haotian, pleading for troops to suppress the rebellion. Yang Jian received the order and led an army down to the mortal realm. He arrived at Yin Mountain to capture the escaped Ghost Cultivators, with orders to kill without mercy anyone who refused to surrender.
Dark fog filled the air, and bones littered the ground. A squad of a dozen or so Yin Soldiers stood ahead, clad in heavy armor and holding long halberds and battle spears. A murderous aura hung over them. They patrolled the area, exuding a bone-chilling cold. Not the slightest trace of life stirred within them; they looked like a row of frigid puppets.
One of the Yin Soldiers was a commander clad in black armor, his pair of cold, shadowy eyes glowing like Ghost Fire and radiating astonishing Sage's Might. Behind him, hundreds of Yin Soldiers crowded together, each wielding a weapon as they closed in on Yang Jian.
"Finally, someone with a fluctuation in Spiritual Sense." Yang Jian muttered to himself, delighted rather than alarmed. He was astonished: the Yin Soldier commander's body contained an inexhaustible force of wicked thoughts, so immense that it was no weaker than the Immortal Spiritual Power within him.
Yang Jian asked,