Jiang Tianjun stood upon the wind, his sword strapped across his back. A profound dragon coiled around him, exhaling the radiance of Taiji. His presence was overwhelming, and his gaze sharp.
"Looks like your clan shares a deep connection with our sect!"
Over the course of Mystic Shadow Sect's fifteen million years of history, there had been countless records of capturing and exterminating ghosts.
Yet there had only ever been one battle against the corpse-eating ghost clan.
And that battle had left an unforgettable mark upon the entire sect.
The events of that time had been meticulously recorded in the sect's ancient texts, becoming known to countless disciples of later generations.
They had been etched deeply into everyone's minds, impossible to dispel.
That was when, shortly after Mystic Shadow Sect had been founded, its founder, Patriarch Mystic Shadow, led eight hundred thousand disciples into an encounter with the corpse-eating ghost army. They fought for nine days and nine nights upon the Falling Zhou Plains of the Central Divine Continent, only stopping when the heavens had been stained in blood and the earth had been overturned.
In that battle, Mystic Shadow Sect lost three hundred and sixty thousand disciples, while the corpse-eating ghost clan lost a full four hundred thousand soldiers.
As for their leaders, Patriarch Mystic Shadow and the Red-Skinned Old Ghost had both been grievously wounded.
In the end, because neither side could continue fighting, they had withdrawn at the same time. From then on, they had never encountered one another again.
And ten million years after Mystic Shadow Sect had been founded, the entire sect entered the ranks of hidden ancient sects under the leadership of its then sect master. From that point onward, it cut itself off from the world and no longer revealed itself at will.