Wu Qi did not know that the enraged princess had made such a scene in Zhong Province. He was now heading to the lair of the primitive heavenly ghosts with 378 strong heavenly ghosts and his soldiers. The heavenly ghosts were running hard on the ground while he was flying above them, sitting on Ao Buzun's back. Miles behind them, the flying ship was inching along, shrouded in dark clouds and thick mists.
Along the way, the bitter, cold wind kept blowing in his face. If it were in the outside world, a wind as strong and biting as this could easily dissolve any ordinary immortal's body and soul. But here in the ghost realm, such winds never stopped blowing; and as a result, the creatures here were much stronger than those in the outside world. The flesh of a creature of Nascent Divinity realm, who was born and grew up here, was strong enough to compete with those Heaven Immortals who focused in the cultivation of their fleshly bodies.
