The streets thronged with voices; the flower district rang with clamor.
The streaks of light in the sky did not descend into this strange city either, but landed outside its walls.
This peculiar city became all the more bustling at night, shadows of people weaving everywhere.
Yet if cultivators from the outside world had been here, they would have been struck pale with shock.
From the city gate, eerie mist spread into the empty wilderness beyond.
Figures and sedan carriages emerged one after another from the fog beneath the night.
A gray sedan appeared, borne by four carriers whose feet never touched the ground. At its front was a procession of palace-maiden-like women clearing the way, accompanied by a guard detail resembling golden-armored warriors. They floated ahead in ranks to either side. Though the sedan looked enormous, it seemed as light as a feather.
Threads of grim, ghostly aura seeped from within it.
Several figures on the road caught sight of that distinctive sedan, and terror flashed through the depths of their eyes. They hurriedly moved aside from the central road, shrinking back with lowered heads, not daring to look up.
"Hehe, Netherghost has come too."
A seductive, delicate laugh drifted from another bank of mist in the distance, wafting into the ears of the gathered figures. Its sweet, numbing allure made their very bones tremble.
Looking toward the voice, they saw a demon fox striding through the air on four paws, several phantom fox tails faintly visible behind it.
No one spoke.
Apart from Netherghost in the foremost sedan giving a cold snort, the sedan was carried directly into the city.
The demon fox giggled and drifted into the lantern-lit city like a wisp of ghostly wind.
As it passed by, faint ghostly light flashed across the city gate