irst, okay" I twisted my head away.Jiang Qiyun leaned against my neck and sniffed lightly. The cool breath brushing against my skin sent a shiver down my spine.“You smell of him,” he said coldly, his...“To say I want to leave… how do we get out of here” Now, I couldn't even be bothered with the hood over my head. I ripped off the fur cloak and looked around frantically.

Darkness surrounded them on all sides, and above their heads a massive black mirage was gathering.

“Stop looking, that’s a mirage. Being able to see its true form means we're trapped just like that fool!” Luo Hu Xingjun said with a frown.

The fool he was talking about was Jie Du Xingjun.

I and the little boy went to help, hoping to hold back Ji Dou Xingjun so that Luohu Xingjun could free his hands to deal with the danger.

The little boy successfully helped the Lord of Jiandu get up, and just happened to be able to support him under his arm with his own height.

But I...

As I reached out, when my hand touched the celestial prince Ji Douxing, it felt like touching a block of ice, the kind that would freeze your skin to its surface.

My fingers passed through the celestial lord of the Counting Stars' arm as if they were air.

"This, what's going on…" I asked, a little scared.

I wonder if Master Xing from the Celestial Realm will become a ghost

Luohou Xingjun had to step in to hold back the enemy, he didn't have time to talk to us any longer. He threw his plan onto the shoulders of the young boy and turned to go destroy that archway.

"The mortal and the immortal are worlds apart. Without a special connection, this barrier is insurmountable. Though you can see his body as real, it's actually just a ball of qi. Let's go. Lord Rōhuku seems to be releasing the Illusory Dragon completely. We don't want to get caught in the crossfire, let's hurry towards the gate." The little boy urged.

The mortal and the immortal are worlds apart.

That's true, Mu Wanchen is a descendant of the shaman. Speaking of it, he and I are from two different worlds. Although we are together, we often spend time apart and there's even a possibility that we might be separated by realms.

"Roar………………" The dragon's roar outside the city was deafening.

A violent gust of wind ripped the roof tiles off the enemy towers on the tall city walls. Huge chunks of brick and stone tumbled down from the walls, and after a surge of smoke, the fog was momentarily dispersed.

We saw the direction of the city gate, but the surrounding black mist immediately surged over and obscured our vision.

Shocked ghosts floated out from all sorts of strange places, corners, cracks in the stones, barrels... They were flying everywhere, a chill ran down my spine, making every hair on my body stand on end.

If I don't leave now, I suspect that fear and the mirages will conjure up hallucinations again.

"Little Princess, you're wearing fur! I'm coming to help Lord Xingjun!" the little boy said anxiously.

"Oh, alright..." I clutched the fur above my head, making a makeshift cloak around us, and slowly, clumsily made our way toward the city gate.

"Don't you dare leave!" a shrill scream echoed behind him.

The red-cloaked ghost dashed before me, baring its fangs and claws with an eerie aura. In her hand, she clutched a skull lantern emitting a sickly green glow. This sight left us dumbfounded.

She's a ghost! How can she pick up real objects

"That lamp is for gathering spirits!" The little child suddenly reacted: "The little demons in the lanterns are actually dead things! They only become loyal servants thanks to the ability to gather spirits."

"Gather spirits... everyone who comes here pays a price, giving up their soul... then what happens to those souls after they dissipate" I worry.

Mu Wanchen's one soul and one spirit were also taken away by the shaman!

Roar—!!

A deafening roar erupted suddenly, engulfing everything. The sound momentarily stunned me, and I covered my ears, shaking my head violently. Then I realized it wasn't one but two dragon roars that echoed simultaneously.

Outside the city, a raging wind howled like a storm, tearing down everything in its path. It swept away the layers of mist, revealing just a sliver of the ghostly realm.

Within the city, mirages surged, blotting out the sun and sky. The Star Lord Luo Hu deliberately angered the mirage dragon, causing it to reveal its true form.

The standoff between the two divine beasts, we stand in between like dust.

Lord Luohou arrived, holding his staff. I shielded myself with my cloak and said to the red-robed female ghost, "Get out of my way! Since you have a place to hide here, stop provoking me! Your goal was to come to this desolate land, wasn't it You've achieved it now. There's no reason for us to fight. If you don't want to die, leave!"

"Leaving Hehehe... do you really think the God Shaman would tolerate this from you The position of Ghost King is for the last bloodline! You are all pawns! Only the Ghost King can command Lord Serpent Dragon, and Lord Serpent Dragon won't speak, the city gate won't open! The dragon head remains here!"

The last bloodline of the Shaman Are you talking about Mu Wanchen

What kind of Ghost King's position Could it be that the Shaman God has been waiting for the last of their people to live miserably in this world, collectively "committing suicide," and only then would they discover the formation arriving at this final "pure land" to perfect their system of rule

"This so-called King's position, let those who want it have it. Mu Wanchen will not stay."

"Hmph, how do you know... aren't these people the ones he cares about"

“Oh, you've been dead for so long, you don't know that most of the people in the Witch King City have scattered outside” I frowned and said, “Move aside, my purpose has nothing to do with yours. Are you trying to be wiped out by blocking my way”

She smiled grimly: " … You should be worried."

The green light from the skull lantern emanated from its eye sockets, and the three soul flames behind her suddenly blazed with a fierce intensity. The surrounding ghosts began to quiet down and drifted toward us.

Luo Hu Xingjun frowned and said: "Is this how you trapped Ji Du Hmph... the thing he hates most are these undead spirits."

"The Star God of Ji Dou is afraid of ghosts That's impossible... He dealt with those little spirits and ghosts effortlessly before." I couldn't understand.

Luo Hu picked his eyebrows and sneered, "Ji Du is just a fool. Don't look at him boasting that he's fearless, but in reality These are the souls of living people gathered together. If he destroys them, the original owners of these souls will also suffer damage, their bodies gradually experiencing problems. At best, their souls become unstable and they develop hysteria; at worst, their souls dissipate entirely..." Ji Du wouldn't want to harm these souls of living people!

"...I never expected that the Star Jun of Calculation would be like this."

“Hmph, if it were me, this approach would be courting death. A hundred, a thousand, ten thousand mortals’ lives mean nothing to me! It is these spirit-cultivators who are committing the sin of manipulating souls!” Luo Hu Xingjun swung his sword violently to the side, a burst of light flashed, and the ghosts in that direction seemed to be scorched into blue smoke.

"You—" The woman in red backed away, raising the skull lantern again.

The ghosts surrounding us, along with the wandering souls, were summoned by the green glow of the skull lanterns. Luo Hu Xingjun sneered: "The mirage dragon prince avoids my edge, but you, a little ghost spirit, dare to block my path!"

The red-clad ghost's veil was blown open by the chilling wind, revealing half of her ghastly face.

“We, the Wu clan, are descendants of the primordial gods. We do not allow you to come and go as you please!”

Lord Luohu narrowed his eyes, just about to speak, when a blast of icy sword qi suddenly struck down from above us.

This was almost a vertical drop, the gravel scattering on the ground in between us!

The skull in the red-cloaked ghost's hand was smashed to pieces, and the green glow inside floated upwards.

The towering city gate had a corner of its eaves lifted by the enormous wings of Yinglong.

Above the eaves, a pale blue soul lamp hung quietly in mid-air, swirling around Mu Wanchen.

He came.

"...Grand Shaman! You are the messenger of the Divine Shaman in the human world, do you dare to help outsiders!" The red-clothed female ghost angrily roared at Mu Wanchen.

"...Outsider" Mu Wanchen's voice held a coldness and anger I had never heard before.

His sword tip dipped towards the ground, his eyes lowered slightly as he let out a low sigh. "Yin Luo is my wife, and you have repeatedly put her in danger. This is pushing me to my limits."

>ecause Jiang Qiyun had to rely on the Shen family to operate in the mortal realm. My own family isn't much better either; they're like a loose collection of sand. I still don't know what those distant...