As a great shaman who had killed the totem she worshipped, was proficient in curses and shamanic medicines, and skilled at refining medicine men and poison men, she had naturally laid down many safeguards around the grave containing her corpse, preventing others from entering it to harm her while she underwent transformation.
There were numerous traps formed from curses and shamanic medicines, defensive lines made of medicine men and poison men, and guards formed from the lingering souls of those buried with her.
"I seem to hear thousands upon thousands of dead souls wailing! And the power of the earth is being devoured. It seems this great shaman had no intention of becoming a proper Mountain Ghost."
Yu Chen crouched down and pinched up a handful of soil before the grave. It carried a thick stench of blood; this land had clearly been subjected to a deliberate blood sacrifice.
Such practices were perfectly normal in the eyes of shamans. Only grave soil after a blood sacrifice could better store the power of the dead souls guarding the tomb, while also disrupting outsiders' spirituality and preventing other shamans from entering.
But before Mountain Ghost Luo and Yu Chen, it was utterly useless.
Yu Chen tapped the grave soil with his vine staff. A pure, sacred aura emerged, dispersing the deathly and resentful energies contained within it. The vitality within the staff flowed out, causing a few weeds to grow inward from the edges of the graveyard.
Seeing this, Mountain Ghost Luo revealed a delighted expression and laughed. "Just as I thought, your pure qi contains tremendous vitality as well. In every respect, it completely counters that woman's power."
Just as Mountain Ghost Luo had said, this great shaman's power was restrained far too severely by Yu Chen. Whether it was the