The arts of shamans and spirit mediums originated in the Ba Kingdom.
If Grandpa was a descendant of the Ancient Ba Kingdom and an inheritor of these arts, then he had every reason to guard the mausoleum here.
That would explain why, after Black Emperor and I entered the spirit path outside King Ba's Mausoleum, the man-eating flowers around us did not attack us.
Perhaps Black Emperor and I had some kind of identity authentication that marked us as one of their own, which was why they showed no hostility at all.
Then there was my blood, which had ignited the Golden Lampstand Tree.
Perhaps it was also because I was a descendant of the Ancient Ba Kingdom, an inheritor of Grandpa's bloodline.
That was why my blood could activate the special shamanic markings on the Golden Lampstand and light it?
Thus causing the curse power inside King Ba's Mausoleum to disappear and the Iron Illusion Insects to leave.
For a moment, my blood surged with excitement.
If that was true, then Grandpa was far more than just a forest ranger.
Besides being a Mortal-Realm Patrolman who escorted the dead and sent off ghosts, he was very likely also the tomb keeper of King Ba's Mausoleum?
An inheritor of the Ancient Ba Kingdom's descendants?
This was the answer and explanation I had come up with. Even if it was not entirely correct, I felt it was very close to the truth.
If that was the case, then if Grandpa's position had existed in the Ancient Ba Kingdom, would he have been considered a Grand Shaman Priest like Xiao Yu?
After all, in the Ancient Ba Kingdom, these shamanic arts were only mastered by Grand Shaman Priests.
The more I thought about it, the more alarmed I became.
If that was