The old man looked at the light slanting in from the window, and sat on the rotten and hard wooden chair, slowly recalling his memories.
"In this way, the disciples of Yama Palace summoned the corpses of the dead across the country, forming a mysterious army to fight against those twisted phantoms."
"Compared to before, this has indeed resulted in significantly fewer casualties, and we were even able to recover some lost territory."
"So the king's actions were no longer resisted or cursed by the people. More and more people, no matter nobles or commoners, came to visit the Yama Palace, studied there, and became members."
"And so, the war continued year after year. Finally, one day, the catastrophe was over. All the distorted illusions were dispelled and cleared away by the immortals, and the world returned to a brief period of peace."
"At this time, within Youchi, almost 90% of the cultivators were sworn in as disciples of the Yama Palace. Naturally, the Yama Palace went from being a small, unknown sect to a top-tier sect spanning several continents. It even had hundreds of thousands of cultivators under its command."
"If the story stopped here, it would be fine. But it doesn't end here."
"After the catastrophe ended and a brief period of peace passed, the various princes and great powers began to fight against each other, and the Youchi Kingdom, as a world-renowned powerful country, was naturally no exception."
"A bigger war has begun."
"As the Youchi Nation continued to expand, relying on the Nine Nether Arts to sustain warfare, it finally became feared by several neighboring nations, who subsequently joined forces to combat it."
"The two sides fought several major battles, and the final and fiercest battle took place on these mountains and lands..."
Perhaps it has been a long time since he told these stories to outsiders, or perhaps the old man was too lonely and no one wanted to listen to these past events that had disappeared into the dust.
As Loran Hill sat at the table and listened quietly, the old man slowly immersed himself in the narration of the past, as if it was a past he had experienced personally.
"...After the war, nearly a million people died in this land. The dragon veins were polluted, ruptured, and even became chaotic."
"What flows through the earth is no longer the pure energy of heaven and earth as before, but the magical power of the Nine Netherworlds. Even if no one disturbs the dead, they will be infected by this magic power and transformed into corpses and ghosts, wandering the earth."
"So this is a cursed place, and our ancestors were convicted of this and are forbidden to leave forever..."
After a long time, the room became quiet again, and the old man slowly came back to his senses.
"Sorry, an old man like me said some decadent things again. Sigh... I still can't break this habit. Many young guys don't like to hear this and have advised me that if I listen to it too much, I will become as old as me and won't have the energy to do anything. Haha..."
A dry and self-deprecating laugh echoed through the house, like the creaking of an old, broken bellows.
The girl wanted to say something to comfort him, but she didn't know where to start. Finally, she saw the old man slowly stand up again and open a drawer beside him.
"My Lord, you are going to look for Granny Grove, right? Her shrine is on the other side of the mountain. I have a rough map here. Please take a look."
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PS: Sorry, I was idle yesterday, 00. I will adjust my state in a few days and try to catch up with the missed day. In addition, I will slowly catch up with the things I owe..... (It will be difficult to catch up all at once, but I will catch up slowly)
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