Song Tingwan looked up curiously.

"What did Sect Master Yan guess?"

Yan Shanjun shook his head, "We know too little. All we know is that our souls were thrown here together, so they are either useless or useful."

Song Tingwan seemed to be deep in thought, and asked them about the details before they lost their bodies.

Everyone knew she was a pill refiner.

Perhaps there really is a way.

Everyone began to recount what had happened when they entered.

Song Siyao and his group had come a long way, and this village was the most strange one. But at the time, they thought it was just a slightly difficult problem to solve, so they went straight into the village.

He lost consciousness the moment he stepped inside.

Who can I complain to about this?

Feeling frustrated and helpless, they waited in bewilderment in this misty, unknown place until Yan Shanjun and Shen Zhuochuan entered.

The second group was much more cautious.

It was still clear that this village was strange and that they had to test it.

Each cultivator displayed their unique abilities.

The puppets stepped into the village in place of humans, or stood guard and observed around the village.

But the white fog is impossible to guard against.

Even before stepping into the village, one could feel signs of soul-tearing.

This makes people increasingly shocked and cautious.

Until someone saw Song Siyao, a once-in-a-millennium swordsmanship genius, catching chickens, fishing, and strolling around the village like a hooligan.

Even her natal sword, the divine weapon Li Guang, was thrown away to be used as a wood-chopping knife.

It's unbelievable.

They dared not utter a sound that might alert the enemy.

The other prodigies of the Sword Inquiry Sect were all like this; their tone of voice when doing farm work, laughing, joking, or cursing was no different from that of the people in the village.

Upon hearing this, Lord Yanshan immediately realized the situation was dire.

Even when trapped in an illusion, one's nature remains unchanged.

He, Wan Qiji, and Shen Zhuochuan were all at the Tribulation Transcending stage, and they were all concerned about Song Siyao, so the three of them sneaked into the village.

Seeing Song Siyao's posture, the three of them were so angry they almost ground their teeth to powder. This was definitely not Song Siyao.

The moment the thought arose, before any action could be taken, consciousness was withdrawn.

That's three tribulations.

Following them, the second group of onlookers were horrified to discover that shortly after the three big shots went in, three other people like them appeared in the village.

However… just like the village aunties, Yan Shanjun sat with a group of people, gossiping and chatting.

Wanqiji, a demon lord who usually prefers to wear dark robes, has changed into a red dress and is happily adjusting her hair ornaments, occasionally revealing some girlish mannerisms.

Shen Zhuochuan's side was even more facepalm-worthy. He acted like someone of importance in the village, lecturing anyone he could find on the road, exuding a fatherly aura.

However, what they were saying was quite interesting; they wanted to worship the mountain god and seemed to be preparing offerings.

The second batch of offerings has not yet arrived.

Furthermore, these unfamiliar monks often talk to the air.

Like an old lady, Yan Shanjun at the village entrance often flaunts her body to the invisible air.

It's as if I got it through connections.

It was terrifying.

Before entering the mountain, the yin energy was so dense that it seemed like a ghost king could emerge, but so far we haven't seen a single ghost.

The cultivator who had released the spider puppet felt a chill run down his spine as the white mist seemed to grow even stronger, surging up and enveloping him.

Those around gasped in surprise, using all their magical artifacts and divine weapons. The white mist dissipated, revealing the interior to be empty.

There were also those who initially entered the village as puppet-like humanoids, but the puppets were instantly disconnected.

Her face turned pale, and white mist appeared around the second group of people.

We've used Buddhist treasures and magical artifacts to resist the yin energy of ghost cultivators, but nothing has worked.

A somber white mist enveloped them, scattering their bodies across the ground.

Their souls were stripped away, without exception.

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Upon hearing this, Song Tingwan understood the frustration and resentment in everyone's eyes.

Such a bizarre thing, such an unfathomable and powerful force.

Without any explanation, they crushed everyone to this state.

How to avoid feeling stifled.

She nodded slightly and began to recount the three ghostly girls she had encountered.

They still worship the mountain god, but the offerings resemble their own bodies.

Furthermore, they were actually choosing and vying for bodies, which was puzzling at the time.

It wasn't until he became a spirit that he understood.

All they need is their bodies.

Based on the information obtained from Yan Shanjun's side.

Those ghosts are trying to take over their bodies.

But what about the sacrificial offerings?

Could the souls of these people be the sacrificial offerings the villagers were talking about?

"But it's obvious that their village doesn't have a large population, and the bodies of the three of you were stolen by three naive young girls."

Yan Shanjun frowned.

“I agree with what the sect leader said. The day we worship the mountain god may be the day our souls perish.”

Song Tingwan frowned and glanced at the numerous souls, forcibly separating them, and everyone suffered some damage to their souls.

He can probably only use about six-tenths of his usual cultivation level.

After all... there aren't many cultivators here who are alive and well enough to cultivate the Ghost Path.

wrong.

"Where is Wu Ling?"

Song Tingwan asked Xiang Shenzhuochuan.

Wu Ling doesn't seem to be here, so perhaps there's still hope.

No one knew who Wu Ling was, but Song Tingwan and the others were immediately impressed.

Su Xi nodded. "Wu Ling might have a way to break this."

"Yes, where did Wu Ling go? Please save us, or teach us so that we can recover more of our strength!" Baili Xijiang looked around excitedly, trying to find the hidden ghostly energy.

Wanqiji and Chenzhuochuan silently pursed their lips.

"We were not in one place before our consciousness disappeared."

Moreover, the white mist only abducts people and strips away their souls; it will not harm Wu Ling.

Naturally, they wouldn't be thrown into this space.

Song Tingwan calmed down, but she wasn't disappointed. "Then we have to find a way out. Wu Ling will keep an eye on things for us outside."

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