“Ghost Sect?” Lu Yun’s heart raced. As he thought, there hadn’t been a word of truth from the ghost. If he’d really believed her, he’d probably already be dead.

This sect that she was from was likely enemies with the Dark Hell of ghost souls that she spoke of.

“I wonder if the Dark Hell is a faction of yin ghost cultivators, and the Ghost Sect is one of human cultivators on the path of ghost dao?” A number of thoughts ran through Lu Yun’s mind as he deduced a few possibilities. Despite that, he maintained the state of a dust particle and kept all traces of his vitality strictly within his body.

He was, for all intents and purposes, a speck of sand.

The battle overhead raged on. The ghost had...