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Kong Jufu and Cheng Xinzhan waited in the chamber. The former felt his life hanging by a thread, held in another's hands, so naturally each day felt like a year. The latter closed his eyes in contemplation, recalling everything he had seen and heard since entering the island.
There were more members of the Corpse Clan than he had imagined, and their strength was considerable.
His Jade Eyes could see into the netherworld, and he could also discern how long a living corpse had been transformed. Just along the route from landing on the island to entering Tang Yusheng's cave abode, he had seen hundred-year-old corpses, two-hundred-year-old corpses, corpses from the Yuan and Ming dynasties, and corpses from the Tang and Song dynasties-a span of several thousand years.
This further confirmed his thoughts, and it was also why he had gone to such lengths to infiltrate Corpse Island.
People always had to die.
And not only people, but also demons, spirits, and monsters that had succeeded in cultivation.
After these beings died, ghosts, corpses, and bones-the three kinds of Yin Clan beings-would naturally be born.
The Righteous Path actually possessed the means to educate and guide the Yin Clan. There were relevant methods for nourishing corpses, ghosts, and bones alike. Yet the Righteous Path insisted on regarding these as lesser paths, considering them shameful and refusing to develop them. Immersed in this atmosphere, its disciples likewise refused to cultivate the arts of commanding yin beings and ghosts.
In ancient times, there had actually been nothing wrong with such an attitude. It could even have been called an expression of keeping to the rules.
But the times had changed!
The Underworld Office had not appeared in the world for a long time.