A day later, besides being the host, Wen Yan spent the rest of his time chanting scriptures and transcending, without needing to direct anything else; the people of Fuyu Mountain were all more professional than he was.
After yet another chant ended, Wen Yan opened his eyes and looked at the Black Mountain Stone Sculpture in front of him. Wisps of smoke transformed into a long path, extending from here all the way to the sky, with a large number of Lost Souls disappearing like those on the Nether Path.
Now, he could see that the Lost Souls' dress seemed to resemble those of recent centuries.
He saw a team of remnants dressed similarly, carrying their luggage, moving upstream.
A heap of Mountain Essence had already gathered on the ground, and besides those, small marks appeared on the Black Mountain Stone Sculpture.
Starting from the bottom of the Black Mountain Stone Sculpture, a small staircase extended upward, reaching the top of the Black Mountain Stone Sculpture.
