“Carrying a longsword, clasping an iron bow… head leaves the body, mind remains unpunished… honest, brave and courageous, steel powerful and unapproachable… soul, soul, return to peace…”

An aged Yunqin priest’s solemn and stirring song rang into Great Desolate Swamp’s night sky from a simple and crude elevated stage. The pure white priest's short staff in his hands was forcefully brandished along with the ancient song, moving the damp air. It flickered with white radiance, pointing west again and again.

Below the elevated stage, there was a spear wielding Yunqin soldier who scattered out alcohol.

That night, under Great Desolate Swamp’s vast and limitless black night sky, there were many Yunqin soul easing priests who were carrying out similar actions.

For Great Desolate Swamp, the west that the short staff pointed towards was precisely Yunqin’s territory, as well as the homeland of all the soldiers sacrificed in Great Desolate Swamp.

Yunqin believed in the supernatural, believing that if the souls of the dead weren’t guided home within seven days, they would forever remain in this land of black...