Behind the mountain, outside the mass graveyard.
"Young Master Wang, this is the first checkpoint!"
The accompanying group stopped. Before them, yin energy soared into the sky, nearly blotting out the sun, so dense it made their hearts tremble.
Everyone present looked grave, holding their breath in concentration.
"What heavy yin energy... No wonder so many disciples from great families fell here."
A rare look of solemnity appeared on Young Master Wang's round face.
"City Lord Huang, I heard this formation... may have been created by an 'immortal'?"
He turned to look at the older City Lord Huang beside him.
"Well..." City Lord Huang stroked his beard and gave an awkward laugh. "There are indeed such rumors, but they are only speculation. Don't dwell on them. Just do what needs to be done."
The flesh on Young Master Wang's face twitched. "Then you'd better be sure about this. This formation really won't kill anyone, right? Don't let me make a move and accidentally beat someone to death. My father would really come knocking on your door for an explanation."
As soon as he finished speaking, a ripple of quiet laughter arose around them.
"This guy is pretty interesting." Xin Yao immediately burst out laughing.
Lu Chen could not help curling his lips as well.
This little fatty spoke bluntly and directly, without the slightest pretense.
"Rest assured, Young Master Wang. Countless people have entered this formation before. How would this old man dare deceive you? I even tested the formation personally. Unfortunately, it was too formidable—the ghost tide surged fiercely, and every one of them was at red-clothed level. In the end, I could only withdraw. Still, it was a close call without real danger. These ghosts may wound people, but they do not take lives."
City Lord Huang explained