The fierce wind howled, and an eerie, elusive sound echoed throughout heaven and earth, wailing mournfully.
There were men, women, the elderly, the young; the voices were hoarse, piercing, somber, howling, sharp, and chilling to the core.
At the same time, countless ghosts drifted out from the pitch-black aura, their faces twisted and terrifying, exuding boundless resentment!
"Not good!"
"What is happening!?"
"How could there be so many ghosts suppressed beneath the Tianyuan Secret Realm!?"
"No, these are no longer ghosts—they're Ghost Cultivators!"
Venerable Lingfeng and Chu Qingyi, along with the others, turned pale upon witnessing the scene.
They had long realized that the Wordless Monument was no ordinary object and deemed it the core of the secret realm.
Thus, their plan was to exhaust all its opportunities and inheritances before attempting to break open the monument.
