Shadows slowly spread across the sky. Chu Mo stood quietly before the grave mound, saying nothing for a long time.
In mortal eyes, death meant everything returned to emptiness. But to him, life and death were two sides of one whole, Yin and Yang dependent on each other.
As long as a true spirit remained undestroyed, it could endure within the Profound Banner.
The living had their neighborhoods; the dead had their homeland. It was not reincarnation, yet it surpassed reincarnation.
Within his Golden Vault, this was true of the Ghostfolk formed from fate who lived near Mount Tai; within the Profound Banner, it was also true of the souls living upon the Netherworld Soil.
In this Eternal Night without reincarnation, separate dwellings for humans and ghosts were a supreme truth of the Great Dao.
Chu Mo opened his eyes, his gaze clear and lucid.
At that moment, towering Mount Tai was slowly emerging from the void, attempting to truly descend into the mortal world.
Rumble-
Lightning flashed and thunder rolled, resounding through the clouds.
Across the Land of North Gui, countless people raised their heads and looked toward the gradually darkening sky. Then they saw the outline of a mountain emerging among the clouds. It was enormous-so enormous it blotted out the sky and sun, so enormous it covered the heavens.
"What is... that?"
"A mountain... a mountain in the sky?"
"A miracle! It's a miracle!"
Some cried out in shock, some fell to their knees, and some did not know what to do.
Di Yang rushed out of the Hall of Yama and gazed up at the shadow in the sky. Suddenly sensing something, he turned toward a certain direction.
There, a black-robed figure stood quietly.
"Teacher."
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Di Yang murmured, his eyes filled with fervent adoration.
Chu