Dayuan City.
Taiping Town, built sixty years ago, had now become an ancient town steeped in history.
Its mottled walls and uneven bluestone paths bore witness to the town's former prosperity.
But things had changed, and the town had fallen into decline once more.
Only a few elderly residents still lived there. Most people had gradually moved away for various reasons, and only during tourist season would visitors from elsewhere come to sightsee.
Within Taiping Town stood an ancestral hall.
Even after all these years, outsiders were still forbidden from entering.
At night, the ancestral hall was empty and deserted. Yet someone had maintained it for the past sixty years, and there was not the slightest sign of decay.
Today, as always, incense burned within the ancestral hall, and a faint scent of sandalwood filled the air.
At this moment.
A middle-aged woman around fifty, dressed in an old floral-patterned blouse, stood motionless before rows of memorial tablets. She looked at the names carved upon them, her gaze slightly complicated, as though recalling something.
She was He Yin'er.
The last person of Taiping Ancient Town.
And the last generation's Soul Summoner.
"A new wave of supernatural resurgence has begun. Under normal circumstances, as the Soul Summoner of Taiping Ancient Town, I should have begun nurturing new Ghost Tamers, reopening Ghost Street, rebuilding Taiping Ancient Town's strength, and even finding someone suitable to inherit my role and become the fifth-generation Soul Summoner."
He Yin'er let out a faint sigh. "For this, I made countless plans and preparations. I had even begun preparing to act, but there's no need anymore."
"Yang Jian is still alive. He has become that one-in-a-million exception, possessing the ability to end the supernatural era completely. As the fourth-generation Soul Summoner of Taiping Ancient Town, I should let