A thousand years ago, Ye Prefecture was a dangerous borderland, bordering the Ghost Realm.
It was a barbaric and terrifying prefecture, half-human and half-ghost.
It was a full forty to fifty thousand li away from the current Lingxiao Life Realm, dark and profound, where Departing Spirits ran rampant and no living creatures could be seen.
The reason Ye Prefecture was called Ye Prefecture was due to its proximity to the Ancient Ye City.
Of course, this "proximity" didn't mean it was right next to it, but rather a straight-line distance of less than ten thousand li.
Those who died wrongful deaths throughout the world would be drawn by the power of the Ancient Ye City, gathering here.
To this day, this land of the Ghost Realm is still an area where the wrongfully dead, aggrieved souls, and resentful spirits congregate.
The Seven Phoenixes flew back and landed by Li Weiyi's ear, reporting, "I've scouted the entire two-hundred-li radius. There's nothing unusual."
"Good!"
Li Weiyi drew the Yellow Dragon Sword, his gaze fixed on the troop of Departing Spirits continuously approaching the high mound.
His figure vanished like a wisp of green smoke and mist.
A moment later.