Woo woo woo——
As the wailing of the fierce ghosts echoed, figures emerged swiftly from the distant mist.
Before the people arrived, their voices could be heard.
It was a sultry female voice, seductive and alluring, now filled with excitement:
"We're here, we're here, brothers, look quickly, it's this stele... the Central Yuan world!"
"Once we reach the Central Yuan world, Bazhun'an is not far off. This time, we must show the brothers the legendary Eighth Sword Deity's grace!"
A woman looking just over twenty, wearing a thin, gauzy dress, with an alluring figure, held a golden apricot orb as she approached the stele.
She paused for a moment, tapped her forehead in frustration, and corrected herself:
"Oh, yes, what 'Matchmaker True Big' said is right. Matchmaker did say it wrong; it should now be called 'Zhongyuan Realm Ruins'."
"After all, the Central Yuan world also belongs to one of the Ghost Buddha Realm."
