"You actually know about the Ghost Lord?" Mingyuan was deeply surprised. "The Old Demon King and I only learned after some investigation that the mastermind was someone called the Ghost Lord. But we don't yet know what sort of ghost he is."
The three walked along the corridor.
The more Ning Xiang looked at the row of lanterns overhead, the more they grated on her nerves. She released Little Nine and had Little Nine light the way for them.
"If Ghost-Crying Island really exists, why aren't there any rumors about it in the Cultivation Realm anymore?"
"You know where I came from, don't you?"
Ning Xiang nodded.
"Four hundred years ago, I was born from the Netherworld Flame on the seabed of the Sea of No Delusion. Ghost-Crying Island isn't far from there. After I came into the world, I lived on Ghost-Crying Island for half a year. Countless ghosts had gathered on the island."
"They wanted your body?" Ning Xiang asked.
Although Mingyuan was the ruler of the Demon Domain, he had taken form from a divine artifact. There probably wasn't a demon beast or ghost that wouldn't covet him.
Mingyuan nodded. "Just a few ants, though. I never gave them a second thought."
He went on to recount those long-buried events one by one.
The Hundred Ghosts banded together to attack Mingyuan, only to be crushed by him with ease. To quickly strengthen themselves, they secretly left Ghost-Crying Island and infiltrated the other Twelve Islands, slaughtering human cultivators and absorbing their cultivation.
"Countless cultivators and mortals on the Twelve Islands of the Eastern Sea were killed or injured. The island lords of the time sought me out and asked me to capture those ghosts and suppress them beneath Ghost-Crying Island. Later, an earthquake caused seawater to engulf the