Casualties

The two origins of life and death joined as one in a single place; karmic threads entwined, and death and life formed a covenant.

Spirit mediums were people of folklore who walked along the boundary between yin and yang, at the edge of life and death.

They could communicate with lost souls, summon and command ghosts and gods, shatter the boundary between life and death, and call back the deceased from the Nine Nether Underworld—or even from the enigmatic ancient ages.

The Spirit Medium Bride was a master of this path. To her, the boundary between life and death could be blurred, the border between yin and yang could be mingled. She could effortlessly reach the deepest depths of any sentient being's soul and summon back lost souls from the past in unimaginable ways.

For example, at this moment.

Over the tens of thousands of years since its founding, no one knew how many geniuses the Sun Moon Immortal Palace had snuffed out by various means. Their obsessions, their hatred, their curses seemed to have become unwilling lost souls, returning at this moment.

Ten thousand corpses worshipped the moon. These curses and obsessions, each belonging to at least a Golden Core cultivator and with no shortage of Nascent Soul cultivators among them, crowded densely around the moon wheel. They appeared to be worshipping it, yet they also seemed to be eroding the moon's radiance.

Until one female corpse, as though frozen within the Primordial Extreme Cold, reached out a finger covered in pale black frost and touched the moon wheel.

Old Woman Han Yue's expression changed drastically. Her Primordial Spirit shook the spirit treasure, attempting to use its might to annihilate this yin corpse.

But as moonlight rippled out and swept across the female corpse, the body that seemed to