"... In the end, the next day, a family of five was all eaten by hungry ghosts."

A cultivator, on his journey, relayed this story up to this point.

Lin Feng listened, and couldn’t help but feel a shock in his heart.

"I’ve been busy with the city defense arrangements, didn’t even know there were such terrifying things here."

At this moment, Hua Shengmi, upon hearing Lin Feng’s words, spoke teasingly.

"It’s because you’re so powerful, these specters are like ants before you, their petty existence doesn’t even catch your attention."

Lin Feng, hearing this, felt a bit embarrassed. He hurriedly explained to Hua Shengmi:

"All living beings are equal, regardless of strength or weakness. You can’t speak of me that way."

Yes, among the myriad beings under heaven and earth. Whether human or demon, ghost or spirit, they all have their own living rules and fate laws. In this view, what difference does myriad beings make.

This is what Lin Feng realized after adopting a Phoenix-like perspective on the world.

Viewing the world from the Phoenix’s perspective is akin to using thousands of years of worldly evolution to understand oneself, understand this world.

This is the law of the Six Realms, also the rules of Nature.

As long as they are myriad beings, they are within this rule.

The people around who heard the cultivator’s ghost story were also frightened, their hearts pounding.

After all, being human, no matter how high their cultivation. Hearing these tales of specters, they would be scared by their human instincts.

"Oh come on, Old Zhao. Don’t scare the kids with these tales. They’ve all been cultivating for so long, are they really afraid of these ghosts? That’s laughable; I can destroy them all with a magic spell."

Saying that, he blasted a seal technique into the forest, which, even during the day, was as dark as night.

A deafening roar echoed across the sky, turning that forest into wasteland.

The old man who attacked the forest was named Yuan Hong.

The release of such might was merely to show how powerful he was.

"Hmph! With this strike, I might have already killed a hundred fierce ghosts."

Other young cultivators said to the old man: "Yuan Hong senior, you truly have deep inner strength, we juniors cannot compare. Today’s strike, how many innocent lives did you kill again, I must thank you on behalf of those birds, beasts, insects, and ants."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Hong knew this young-looking cultivator was mocking him.

The other cultivators noticed too, hastily advising: "No worries, no worries, don’t take it seriously. The journey is long, just kidding around for fun."

Only then did Yuan Hong suppress his frustration.

Indeed, this mutual teasing added quite some fun to the journey. To avoid exposing their whereabouts, and to scout post-war conditions, everyone opted to travel on foot.

Actually, the cultivators especially enjoyed walking, as it brought them closer to the lives of ordinary people. Moreover, every one of these cultivators had walked step by step from ordinary origins to where they stood today.

Therefore, everyone longed for ordinariness, but to uphold the world for all beings, they took on their burdens and thus arrived at Peace City.

Many hours later, dusk slowly enveloped the sky.

Night gradually covered the earth.

The cultivators already knew ghosts would emerge at night, so they formed an invisibility array.

This array was quite peculiar; its peculiarity lay in the cultivators’ ability to accumulate their spiritual power, thereby completely isolating everything within from the outside world, based on the practitioners’ intent.

Though they stayed in place, others couldn’t detect them, as if invisible but safer than invisibility. Even if the outside land was destroyed now, the isolated world inside would remain unaffected.

Like two surfaces of space overlapping in one place, with identical appearance but existing in different timespaces. Those inside the array could see everything outside.

However, the outside can’t perceive anything inside. Though able to see the road and surroundings within, those inside also see these things. What they see outside and inside is the same in two different worlds.

And the cultivators named this array, Invisibility Isolation Array.

This was also something Lin Feng comprehended through the power of the river of time.

Such complete isolation, even if a fierce specter arrived, would be absolutely safe. The cultivators could enjoy a good sleep in this world.

At this moment, on a mountainside. A farmer was chopping wood, coming out in the dead of night to chop wood, if not a ghost, then what?

Right. This farmer was not human at all, but a vengeful spirit formed after death.

Oppressed heavily before dying, he became an everlasting vengeful spirit. Such vengeful spirits are extremely rare in the Six Realms, as even after death he didn’t realize he was dead. Moreover, the entire family, after death, lived normally as humans in this world, yet apart from them, there was no one else on this mountain.

What a bizarre life, the whole family turned into vengeful spirits, carrying an aura of death, chopping wood in the dark forest, farming out here. Thought no one would care, right...