Life and Death, Unclear and Unthought (Part One)

High above, dark clouds blanketed the sky, bolt after bolt of thunder writhing and dancing like dragons and serpents across the crimson clouds.

Upon a lofty mountain, countless ghosts and monsters raised their heads in mournful cries. Dense masses of them clung to the mountain like hairs growing from its body, wrapping the entire peak so tightly that not even water could pass through.

Flying zombies covered in white fur, their bodies long tempered into indestructible vajra forms; Yin Maidens with bloated bellies and countless desiccated corpses hanging from them, yet faces still lovely; Stainless Dusts with no visible flesh or bones, their entire bodies seemingly made of facial features... Hundreds of thousands of ghosts howled toward the heavens, their venomous resentment almost tangible as it linked with the thunderbolts above.

Heavenly thunder was supremely righteous and fiercely potent, the bane of all yin souls and evil ghosts. Yet when nearly endless ghosts gathered in one place, the resentment and malice they condensed together could actually contend against the thunder.

Not to mention that a shadowy figure rose from among the myriad ghosts, layers of lightning coiling around him as he merged with the fierce heavenly thunder.

"Ninefold Heavenly Thunder Shocks, temper my dharma body. Myriad ghosts weep through the night, forge my divine might!"

Situ Tu's ghostly body was like a wisp of blue smoke, yet amid the countless flashes of lightning, his form seemed almost solid. With a sweep of his hand, a jet-black banner manifested in his grasp. Its pole was made of white bone, while all manner of blood-red talismans covered its pitch-black surface. Each was savage and sinister, suffused with Killing Intent. The banner's evil strangeness was boundless, as if heaven and earth themselves rejected it. At once, bolt after bolt of thunder surged from