[Fengdu] was the foundation of the Ghost Dao. Though the Eight Scenery Palace had beaten it down into the Bottomless Abyss and buried it in the Netherworld.
A starved camel was still bigger than a horse. In terms of true reserves, it was no worse than a Sect-tier Dharma Lineage, so it never lacked cultivators seeking refuge.
Aside from ghosts and Yin creatures formed from accumulated Turbid Yin, [Fengdu] had always seen an influx of human cultivators and Demon Cultivators who had abandoned their fleshly shells and damaged their Furnace Cauldrons.
Some had obtained the corresponding inheritances and deliberately absorbed Turbid Yin; others secretly worshipped ancient Ghosts and Gods, arranging Ritual Ceremonies to seek their reception.
As for the reasons.
There were only two.
First, their Dao Paths had been severed, and they lacked the blessings that a Foundation Establishment True Person could extend across five lifetimes. Even if they underwent Liberation by Violence and reincarnated, they would suffer the mystery of the womb and struggle to awaken the wisdom of their past lives;
Second, their allotted time was nearly over and their lifespans exhausted. Unwilling to simply die and have their cultivation vanish, they would rather endure the hunger, thirst, cold, and heat that plagued ghosts in exchange for a chance to cling to life.
Once the Heavenly Book gave its results, Jiang Yi slowly rose and picked up the Cat Master, who was engrossed in counting on his claws, muttering who knew what under his breath:
"Cloud-Gathering Cave, Ghost Granny. I've only ever heard of old trees blossoming anew, never an old ghost taking a spouse. I'll have to broaden my horizons."
Profound Mystery True Person wriggled his round body, lightly leaped onto Jiang Yi's shoulder, and settled into a crouch before suddenly asking:
"Little Jiang, what sort