(Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, fellow Daoists!) Tang Changsheng had never thought King Shangyang possessed any special abilities. He had not even considered him as capable a commander as Yuan Wu. Only now did he see otherwise...
King Shangyang had once rallied tens of thousands of ghosts. Courage and ability like his were far from ordinary!
And that... Tang Changsheng suddenly felt as though his heart had been torn to pieces.
Damn it. Those thousand-odd Long-Haired Ghost Soldiers blasted apart by the Tribulation Lightning had probably all served the General's Temple, hadn't they? He might have had a chance to recruit every one of them!
The thought of such a vast force being destroyed by the Tribulation Lightning—and of some of them dying because he had turned the Three Realms Mirror...
Tang Changsheng was so bitterly frustrated that he wanted to cough up blood.
Of course, Tang Changsheng knew that quantity eventually became quality. Those thousand-odd Long-Haired Ghost Soldiers had already reached the threshold for forming a Yin Domain. Unless they were cut down until their ranks lay in tatters, there was no way he could subdue them!
At least, not with Tang Changsheng's present cultivation and the power at his command.
It was said that when a master with profound inner cultivation prepared Ritual Food, the food carried its maker's spirit or will. Every Ghost Creature that ate it would obey his commands.
But that required reaching the stage where one's magic possessed a spirit of its own! Tang Changsheng was still a long way from that!
While Tang Changsheng was miserable enough to cough up blood, everyone from Da Xiang and Wang Jinhai to proud young people like Wang Lele and Wang Hao watched him descend like a divine soldier. He wielded a Treasured Artifact with earth-shaking power and saved