The Post Sky Tipping Era

In the latter part of the night, Li Yi stood guard in the room. He had not slept all night and hesitated not a moment to slay any ghost bold enough to approach, ensuring the safety of the area and also preventing the life span of the three from being stolen.

Thus the night passed.

Only when daylight dawned did the Yin energy filling the heavens and earth begin to rapidly disperse. Some confused ghosts did not know to leave and were gravely injured by the sunlight, quickly dissipating. Those evil spirits simply could not survive the first sunrise. For a moment, the world seemed purified.

However, Li Yi understood that only those ghosts posing no real threat had dissipated. The truly powerful, intelligent ghosts had already retreated before the dawn. These ghosts would reappear on the first day of the next month to continue stealing people’s life spans, an endless cycle.

His zealous ghost hunting last night had merely shielded the few people by his side.

In the grand scheme of things in the Four Seas and Eight Continents, it was insignificant.

Li Yi now gazed at the sunrise, feeling a layer of gloom shrouding his heart. Until the issue of ghosts collecting life spans was resolved, the Four Seas and Eight Continents was not a very suitable world for living. The people here lived short lives with no chance for revolt. Cultivation and evolution were impossible because cosmic energy was scarce, making evolutionary progress too slow.

Even practicing martial arts offered no true way forward. Fan Zhizhou had said that after Refining God, if you dared to break through, you would be besieged by ghosts. You had to either settle with halting at Refining God and become a Yin God after death, joining the evil ghosts that thrive on living humans’ life spans.

And it seemed that the ghosts in this world were already numerous enough to reach a certain limit, not allowing any more Dharma Image masters to share their ’food’. Thus, the privileged ghosts of the past had completely cut off the path for newcomers.

In such circumstances, one could only be a slave generation after generation, and a short-lived one at that. Who could endure this?

Even martial artists could merely make a living slightly better; they could change nothing.