“Your calculation was useless due to his superior concealing method.” Li Qiye interjected.

“That’s true, he could mingle undetected among the group. He knew none of you would be able to figure it out.” Water said while staring at the bald old man.

“Old Strike Pact, an utter failure.” Jade-zenith said in a daze.

“The moment you all formed the team was when it was destined for failure. You were nothing more than cannon fodders.” Li Qiye said.

Jade-zenith had a hard time accepting this reality. Nevertheless, victory was impossible when they failed to spot the traitor.

She stared at the old man who shrugged and said: “Not like I can do anything, and you shouldn’t be placing your hatred on me either.”

She sighed and agreed with his logic.

“Can I stay here as a ghost?” She asked. Leaving was impossible since she would disperse in the outside world. Perhaps being a ghost was the best outcome.

“If you pawn yourself, you may start as a minor ghost.” The old man said.

“Hahaha, what a joke, so many participants of Old Strike Pact have gathered here today.” Fog couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. Alas, his eyes also moistened.

“We can’t avenge them.” Jade-zenith said sadly since they couldn’t leave the ghost market in their current state.

“It’s suicidal anyway, the best you can do is act as a shield.” The old man said.

The opponent had grown so strong that even a top progenitor such as Xian Baihui stood no chance.

“I will pawn myself.” Jade-zenith accepted her fate.

“Sure, what do you want?” The old man agreed.

She pondered for a bit because the ghost market had nothing she wanted.

“Boom!” A radiance erupted from the forest and engulfed the entire market. Laws and runes appeared everywhere, issuing pleasant ringings.

Cultivators felt their dao activating and harmonizing. The ghosts had the same reaction.

This was harmonization instead of suppression. A ghost temple gradually emerged and was accompanied by an ocean of laws. Among them were imperial and ghost laws.

“Ghostway Temple!” Everyone shouted.

At the center of the dao ocean was an ancient platform with a mystical pond. Runes and laws rose from it like water vapor, drifting through the air and enveloping the world.

A heavenly chapter could be seen, made from the greatest laws. It could open the gate to heaven and harness the power of the heavenly dao.

A figure stood before the pond, clad in a black robe weaved from the garments of heaven. He could draw the entire universe into the robe in the blink of an eye.

Although he was not particularly tall, just the image of his back alone made others view him as a supreme deity with an aura of dominance. As he turned around, the world seemed to be spinning with him.

A chilling aura took over as the crowd shouted: “Specter Ancestor!”

“He opened Ghostway Temple!” Many became emotional.

Specter was the founder and strongest member of Phantom Dynasty. According to rumors, he was on the limit path long ago. This was due to having the privilege of following Primal Yin Immortal Ghost to meet a legendary immortal. The guidance there brought him to the limit path.

“He’s here too.” Desolate gods and emperors were surprised because recent information mentioned his being in isolated cultivation.

“Buzz.” He raised his hands, intending to open the gate summoned by the heavenly chapter beneath the pond.

Light rays descended and illuminated him, creating cracks for them to seep through. With loud buzzes, his body lit up and began a process of melting and reforming.