For 300,000 miles, there are countless ghost soldiers.

Their movements and steps were perfectly synchronized.

In the center of the underworld, an eighth-rank white horse pulls the Princess of Huainan slowly toward the bronze gate.

Such a massive scene is undeniably breathtaking.

Li Ming had never seen such a magnificent army of ghosts. If he had such a force of ghosts, he could probably unify Dongsheng.

The black dog stared in disbelief, too excited to speak.

The two green leaves on the white radish stood up straight like cat ears, making it hard to believe that so many ghostly soldiers were active.

...

Dozens of divine rainbows streaked across the sky and suddenly appeared behind the Empress; it was the Left Prime Minister leading his men.

"Your Majesty." Everyone bowed in unison.

The Left Prime Minister stepped forward and asked urgently, "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing." Wu Xiao nodded.

"You have blood on you?" The Left Prime Minister was very nervous and quickly grabbed her hand, wanting to check her pulse.

"It's not mine, don't be nervous."

Upon hearing this, the Left Prime Minister finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a huge commotion here, and I was afraid something might have happened to her. Seeing that she was safe and sound, the dark cloud in my heart finally dissipated.

Looking up, he finally took a good look at the magnificent scene before him. He had been so focused on finding the Empress that he hadn't had time to observe the ghostly soldiers properly.

"The passage of ghostly soldiers is a sight rarely seen even once in ten thousand years," the Left Prime Minister exclaimed in surprise.

"Ghost soldiers?" Wu Xiao vaguely remembered hearing that term, but he didn't know who it was. "Do you know what this is about?"

The Left Prime Minister slowly recounted: "I have heard a story about ghost soldiers. It is said that the emperor of the underworld secretly trained an army composed of dead people."

First, the three souls of the dead are removed, then they are reassembled into their spirit, and their bodies are rebuilt.

Gradually, this formed a massive underground army, so numerous as to be immeasurable.

"Where did you hear this from? It's not recorded in any books, is it?" Wu Xiao asked.

“In the small town where I grew up, there was an old man who often told stories. His stories were quite interesting, and I would go to listen to them whenever I had free time. The story about the dragon scale dagger that I gave you last time was from him.”

Wu Xiao nodded, then suddenly frowned and asked, "You've been with me for tens of thousands of years, is he still alive?"

“He’s alive and well. When I was a child, he was a true immortal, and he still is.” The Left Prime Minister rolled his eyes. He hadn’t made any progress in tens of thousands of years.

"I'll go meet him then; perhaps he's a talented individual."

"This old man is very strange. He only likes to tell stories and has no interest in anything else. Sometimes he goes crazy and bites people everywhere. It's terrifying. But putting the facts aside, he really knows how to tell stories. I'll take you to hear him sometime."

"Okay." Wu Xiao nodded. "Did he say what the ghost soldiers are for?"

"Yes, firstly, the underworld emperor created this army of underworld soldiers, saying it was to protect the underworld for countless reincarnations and for all eternity. The second reason is a bit unbelievable; it is said that the underworld emperor wanted to rebel against Heaven."

The Left Prime Minister gazed at the sky.

Wu Xiao also looked up at the azure sky.

"Are you talking about the Heavenly Court?" Suddenly, a voice rang in their ears.

"Luo Yabai, you're actually here." Wu Xiao was surprised.

Luo Yabai was frustrated. He had been standing on the sidelines for a long time, was his presence really that low?

"I didn't bring him here; he came along on his own," the Left Prime Minister explained, then looked at the Empress and said, "Two reasons, which one do you think is more plausible?"

"I think..."

Just as Wu Xiao was about to speak, Luo Yabai interrupted him, saying, "I also know the third reason why this army of ghost soldiers exists."

Wu Xiao and the Left Prime Minister both looked at him.

"Have you read a book called 'Tales of the Underworld'?" Luo Yabai asked.

Wu Xiao and the Left Prime Minister shook their heads. They were usually exhausted and had to cultivate, so where would they find the time to read?

"There is another, darker version of the story: the reason the emperor of the underworld created this army of ghosts was to bury the heavens, the earth, and all living beings."

This sentence looks familiar.

I just saw it.

"What do you mean?" the Left Prime Minister asked.

"He wants to bury the heavens, the earth, and all living beings. He wants the heavens to be unable to block his eyes, the earth to be unable to bury his heart, and all living beings to vanish into thin air. That's roughly the idea," Luo Yabai explained.

"There's something special about this." The Left Prime Minister looked at the Empress.

Wu Xiao nodded in agreement.

The crow fell helplessly; it's a very simple story.

If you read more "underworld literature," you'll definitely discover these stories; it seems they're just too lazy.

The Left Prime Minister suddenly said, "Your Majesty, should we hide? I have a feeling she will see us."

Her gaze fell upon the Princess of Huainan, who was in the very center of the ghostly soldiers.

"Let's go, hide for a bit. We'll find an opportunity later, follow her, and sneak into the bronze gate. I want to see what this woman is up to."

Wu Xiao became increasingly interested in the identity of the Princess Consort of Huainan.

She also wanted to pass through that bronze door.

...

Li Ming was observing the magnificent army of ghosts when he noticed the fourth ghost soldier in the sixth row, not far from the carriage of the Princess of Huainan.

This ghostly soldier is too out of place.

His movements were clumsy, and he could never keep up with the ghostly soldiers beside him.

Just like in military training, if one person keeps walking in the wrong direction, it affects the overall aesthetic.

This is exactly the situation with the ghostly soldier; it's very jarring. Just when you finally get your footing right, you start walking in the wrong direction again.

"A wine gourd."

Li Ming finally figured out who the ghost soldier was—it was the wine gourd; he had actually managed to sneak in.

However, he was too out of character.

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