When Ling Yun and Sheng Ming returned, Xue Jing and the others had already finished clearing out the remaining ghost cultivators. However, there were still countless ghosts scattered throughout the domain, which were the ghosts of those who had died since Jian Xieshen first appeared millions of years ago.
Zhu Quezi immediately asked Sheng Ming. "Big Sister Life Goddess, do you know a comfortable place for us to rest? We'll be spending some time here, so we can't possibly stay nomadic, right?"
"No." Sheng Ming shook her head at her. "This domain has long been destroyed, and no humans have lived in it since Jian Xieshen massacred its inhabitants millions of years ago. Thus, there is no comfortable place here, and only ruins are available."
"Ugh!" Zhu Quezi pursed her lips. "At least there is a suitable place for us to stay for a while, right?"
