The Secret Bureau had already made thorough preparations.
All we had to do was wait here quietly.
Wait and see whether anything unusual happened tonight.
If it did, we could reinforce them at any time.
If not, that would naturally be for the best.
Third Master Zhang was stationed here, along with the four ancient war souls of the Ba Kingdom, while Secret Bureau experts lay in ambush around the perimeter.
If the evil ghost cultivators from Carefree Tower dared to come, they would be walking straight into a trap.
Besides, today was far too special.
On the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, the ghost gate opened.
The moment this day arrived, I sensed that the aura between heaven and earth had changed.
Back when my cultivation was low, I couldn't feel it.
Now that my cultivation had risen, I could clearly sense that the yang energy on this day was very weak.
Even the wind that blew was cold and yin.
Legend had it that the gates of the Netherworld Bureau would open.
They would release ghosts with good virtue who had yet to reincarnate, allowing them to return to the mortal world to reunite with their families, enter dreams, revisit old places, and so on.
Wandering souls and wild ghosts would also come out in droves on this day to consume offerings.
It could be said that this was the day when all ghosts roamed freely, and their yin energy would be strengthened as well.
That was also the main reason it was revered as the Ghost Festival...
At the moment, all of us were sitting inside the room.
Daoist Qingshan sat in meditation, regulating his breath. Holding a horsetail whisk and dressed in Daoist robes, he had the air of an immortal sage.
Then there