Wu Qi cursed as he fled, feeling like he was at the bottom of his luck recently. It all began when someone tore through the void with a mighty artifact and threw him into the Ghost Realm. He had managed to compensate his mental loss by taming a group of heavenly ghosts and finding himself some natural treasures, and his anger had slightly eased after bumping into a long-perished ancient immortal who brought him an amazing gift.
But, just as he thought his luck was getting better, he was visited by two ghost immortals, who were as strong as peak-level Gold Immortals, and a group of high-level heavenly ghosts. And now, they were hot on his heels. It seemed that instead of getting better, his luck was turning worse.
