Cultivation: From Menial Servant to Immortal Venerable

"Reporting to Revered Teacher, today was the same as yesterday—the ghost mist did not continue spreading!"

"Perhaps this is a sign that the ghost mist is about to recede?"

The middle-aged man named Wu Zongyuan answered, a trace of secret delight hidden in his tone.

After all, this phenomenon had lasted for a full half month.

And according to the records in the ancient texts,

after every historical outbreak of ghost mist, it would eventually shrink back and vanish without a trace, never to stir again, as though it had never appeared at all,

leaving behind only a stretch of barren land spanning dozens of miles.

"Very likely. When that happens, we can return!" True Person East Leaf said with a smile.

Commissioned by the sect, he had already guarded this place for three or four years.

Just as he was chatting with the disciples,

suddenly—

Rumble!

The black mist before them abruptly began to churn, and wave after wave of ghostly wails and howls came from within.

"Revered Teacher, could these ghosts be rioting again? But weren't they about to retreat?" Wu Zongyuan asked with a frown.

During the years they had been stationed here, these ghosts would riot once every few months. What followed was a rapid expansion of the ghost mist, ten times faster than usual.

More importantly, it had clearly erupted once last month.

Only one month had passed. How could such a change occur again?

At that thought, a bad premonition rose in True Person East Leaf's heart.

"No matter what, we should leave first!" With a wave of his hand, a snow-white flying boat descended before them,

expanding to more than ten zhang in length.

His subordinates leaped aboard one after another, preparing to depart.

Just then,

Whoosh!

A faint sound of something cutting