Elder Wu Xin lay prostrate before the doors of the main hall, the ground beneath him sunken by a full ten meters. Hundreds of Sword Ghosts surrounded the area, resembling lifeless puppets.
The Sword Ghosts parted, opening a path that allowed the Sword Cultivators to approach within a hundred meters of Elder Wu Xin.
Unknowingly.
The number of Sword Cultivators participating in Juxin Temple's teachings had already surpassed thirty.
They stood before Elder Wu Xin with faces full of apprehension, not daring to move an inch. The oppressive terror brought by the Night Wander Deity made their hair stand on end.
Compared to some Night Patrol Deities, Elder Wu Xin's taboos were even more challenging to deal with.
Being unable to use Spiritual Power meant the Sword Cultivators were no different from mortals. The slightest mistake would result in death and the disappearance of their Dao.
