The sight at this moment could only be described as horrifying. Beneath the heavily ruined remains of Jialan Temple, dense masses of wandering souls and vengeful wraiths burned with dim ghostfire. One after another, they opened their hollow eyes wide and came howling forward.
This scene was enough to frighten a timid mortal to death. Even cultivators with heaven-reaching magic would feel their hearts turn cold and tremble at the sight of so many evil ghosts. A bone-piercing, sinister chill filled the void, reaching everywhere, cold to the marrow.
It was an incomparably terrifying sight. From the forest of Buddhist pagodas outside the temple, from every direction in this world of pagodas, surges of dense yin energy came flooding in. Even the sky seemed shrouded by yin energy, turning into a pitch-black cloud of ghosts.
At this moment, ghostly energy surged like a tide for hundreds of li around. Countless wandering souls and evil ghosts gathered together, black smoke rising as the horde stirred restlessly, letting out whimpers that sounded like both weeping and laughter.
Even two Dao-Entry masters would gain no advantage if they were trapped in this ghost tide. Fortunately, the supreme-yang treasures in their hands were offensive and defensive weapons specially suited to countering all the world's utmost yin and evil. The vast, pure-yang radiance they emitted was even more the bane of all ghosts.
Guo Jing'an was sitting behind Ouyang Xing and Zong Hedong, yet the two of them knew almost nothing of when he had arrived behind them. That was somewhat bizarre. Given the vigilance of two Dao-Entry masters, they had failed to detect even the slightest trace of him. It was truly inconceivable.
Guo Ding's eldest adopted son sat cross-legged amid the rubble at the center of the ruins, his eyes tightly shut. He