Ye Bufan stood in a strange world, the ground a grayish-white, as if covered with the ashes of countless bones.

Surrounding him were countless souls, dressed in ancient attire, mostly from the desolate ancient era, some from the archaic and near ancient times, each sitting cross-legged across the world, their expressions pained and grotesque.

Their numbers were staggering, no less than a trillion, a sight that shook the heart.

Compared to the incense power of the Five Immortal Sect Master, it was like a child's play.