Yu Shangrong landed on a tree branch. He hid his aura as he held his Longevity Sword. Then, he lay down and closed his eyes. He had the intention of ignoring everything that did not affect him. His objective was to guard the quagmire and spend the next 49 days in peace. He lied down and closed his eyes.
It did not take long before the procession of cultivators drew close to the quagmire. They came to a halt.
Yu Shangrong was puzzled. He opened his eyes slightly. He saw the cultivators through the dense canopy of leaves.
The cultivators stood out under the moonlight. They were all wearing purple cloaks, and their heads were covered. Their faces could not clearly be seen. They seemed like a gloomy bunch. It was eerie how they hovered in the air in a long row.
"The Land of Buried Bones lies ahead… According to the plan, we'll have to control the skeletons of all the dead."
