Jinyun Valley, Southwest Sector.
This place was once a chaotic burial mound. In the past, when cultivators in the valley who had no family or friends died, they were wrapped in a straw mat and buried in a simple pit right here.
It had existed even before the time of Ye Jingzhou.
No one knew how many bodies were buried here.
On top of that, a ghostly mist would rise here every day at the hour of Zi, not dissipating until the hour of Mao. It was so thick you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. There were even soul fires drifting about, making it feel like a ghost realm. Thus, it came to be known as the Ghost Market.
Half an incense stick of time had passed since Chen Che and Meng Qingxuan entered.
"How interesting."
Chen Che's eyes were filled with great interest.
He looked up and saw that the area was crowded with figures, yet there was not a single sound, as if they were all wandering ghosts.
