However, among them were not human cultivators, but various strange and grotesque ghosts.
Zhao Fu stood at the highest point of Lii City.
He wore a simple white robe.
The white robe was minimal to the extreme.
There were no adornments on Zhao Fu's body, not even his long hair was tied up as it draped casually behind.
Aside from having overly pale skin, he seemed otherwise not much different from ordinary humans.
Surrounding Zhao Fu.
The ghost cultivators of both factions respectfully bowed down.
"Greetings, Ghost Lord."
Zhao Fu paid them no mind.
He squinted his eyes, looking into the sky.
"To what extent has Ancestral Witch Houtu researched the Six Paths of Reincarnation?"
"Always feels like..."
Zhao Fu pondered ceaselessly in his heart.
A war between the Demon Race and the Witch Race was inevitable.
For some reason, Zhao Fu felt that the Six Paths of Reincarnation were Ancestral Witch Houtu's fallback plan.
