"The powers of the Ghost Realm were intertwined and complex. Though it was my territory on the surface, I could not be bothered to manage all the shady dealings behind the scenes. If I wanted my subordinates to put in effort, I had to share some benefits with them."
Tu Bo spoke solemnly.
"And now, do they listen to you?"
Ye Tian asked.
"No."
Tu Bo flicked his sleeve and walked ahead.
From afar, the mountain soared into the clouds, black as ink charcoal. Yet up close, smoke and flames curled across the ground, with countless heaps of dry bones everywhere.
"This was what the Ghost Realm originally looked like. During these years, too many undead flooded in. The Great Dao directly intervened and divided the regions, so different places gradually developed different styles."
Tu Bo said.
"The area under my control has more evil spirits and vengeful souls. Smoke and flames blanket the land, so..."
"So killing a few would not matter?"
"So things are intertwined and complex. If you kill one person, I fear you may provoke an entire Ghost Realm army."
"Your territory can simply be conquered again."
"You made that sound easy. If everyone acted like that, would my land not have been torn into pieces long ago?"
"There is no harm in trying."
Tu Bo began to wonder whether he had brought along a troublemaker he should never have provoked.
The closer Ye Tian drew, the more he noticed that the surrounding plants were all half-withered. Tents resembling military encampments had collapsed across the ground, and footprints covered the area. If no one had told him otherwise, Ye Tian might have thought this was a battlefield in the Mortal World.
"If my memory serves me correctly, this mountain should be called Thousand Mechanisms Peak. It