This is the burden of the flesh, unless I can leave it behind as a spirit!
With that thought, Tang Changsheng sighed softly and lit the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp.
A faint pop sounded. The lamp flared to life, and everything returned to normal. Even the Stone beneath him was hard and cold again.
The mist thinned considerably, no longer shrouding everything in lightless darkness.
Tang Changsheng said nothing more. Carrying the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp, he walked back. Ghost Creatures crowded all around, but not one dared come within thirty meters of the General's Temple.
As he returned with the lamp, both the mist and the ghosts hurried out of its light, terrified of it beyond measure.
When Tang Changsheng entered the temple, Da Xiang and Wu Shulan hurried over. "Sect Leader, how did it go?"
Tang Changsheng shook his head slightly, then suddenly asked Da Xiang, "What did your master say about the Ghost Domain beneath Dead Man Mountain?"
Da Xiang answered honestly, "Legend says Dead Man Mountain stands at an entrance to the Underworld, where a Ghost Gate lies. That's why our sect's founder built a temple here, to keep the surrounding area under control!"
Tang Changsheng nodded but said nothing more. He was still pondering it when Wu Shulan cried out in delighted relief, "The mist's retreating! The mist's retreating! Everything about the General's Temple is wonderful, except this happens every now and then and scares the life out of me!"
"Why must you women chatter so much?" Da Xiang scolded, glaring at her.
Wu Shulan promptly grabbed him by the ear. "Well, Chen Daxiang, your wings have grown strong, haven't they? You dare scold me now?"
Tang Changsheng smiled, his mood lifting. He went on his way, leaving the couple to settle their own household