On the eerie path of broken bones and stones.
The figure of the Ancestral Spirit floated forward.
Several powerful Ghost Venerables surrounded him.
Yet their gazes towards the Ancestral Spirit were filled with awe.
The Yang God, from a certain perspective, is almost the nemesis of Ghost Cultivators.
Both excel in Divine Souls, but the soul body of a Yang God is like a blazing sun.
Completely opposite to the eerie ghost body.
"I have arrived."
"Hmm."
At the end of the road was still that small pavilion.
The figure in white within the pavilion stood tall, silently watching the deep abyss ahead.
The gloomy wind blew, yet it submissively came to a halt.
"The Witch Demon War is about to begin."
"The Star Sea of our Human Race lies between the Witch Race and the Demon Race; their great war will likely involve our Human Race."
"Moreover, at the start of the war, those Demon Race who hate the Human Race will have more excuses to invade my Human Race's territories."
