"Communication is truly poor."
Chen Yi sighed softly,
"The distance is too great, the voice is intermittent and repeated."
In Ghost City, Yin Du.
Zhou Yitang's figure seemed to have vanished into thin air; no one could see her along the way.
With a slight lift of her gaze, the majestic Yama Hall and the imposing Heaven-Earth Altar came into view.
Green banners fluttered, the chants of the witches rose with the wind, and the endless refrain of "Soul, return to me" echoed unceasingly.
If an ordinary Qi Refinement cultivator were to witness this scene, they might only think it was an arrangement to guide the dead souls. However, in the eyes of the one-armed woman known as Tongxuan, it was full of anomalies.
Zhou Yitang continued, "A ceremonial altar has been established here, accompanied by the Four Symbols and Twenty-Eight Mansions. King Chujiang's plans are immense."
There was no immediate response from the other side.
