It was during foreign invasions, amidst the battles, that heroes fell, their souls remained within the formation, unable to leave for reincarnation.

Such figures, their relatives have long passed away, their descendants, 1000 years later in this era, whether dead or mixed into the blood of many others.

After all, a single surname, after 1000 years of reproduction, even through generations of dynasties, wars or deaths, they may have experienced fleeing.

There was a time when they flourished, those people migrated to this place, scattered to different locations, initially they would communicate, but gradually, stopped.

Over 1000 years, within a nation, descendants of these heroes with such surnames can be found nationwide. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Green Ox learned about the identities in their blood from relatives, descendants left from the same bloodline 500 years ago.

Though there are so many descendants, these heroic figures have not provided them with incense offerings.

They entrusted dreams to these descendants, guiding them to make offerings properly.

Green Ox also knows when they reincarnate, even if their names are worshiped, it will have no effect in the future.

It’s simply leaving behind a piece of historical deeds.

The deeds of heroes should not be overshadowed, it’s even more essential for people to know certain songs, certain people’s wrongdoings, what they secretly did, revealing what they actually did?

History will record it.

After Green Ox completed this task, he addressed those so-called heroes from different times, if they have no descendants, then there’s nothing that can be done.

If they have descendants, he also helped extend dreams, spreading their deeds.

Initially, these individuals were unsung heroes; perhaps others never knew they did good deeds.

Perhaps their relatives didn’t know how they died.

During times of war, too many people died without returning, leaving families in pain and sorrow, even during wartime, the harsh times or difficult eras.

Death was commonplace, individuals couldn’t change it.

Across various dynasties, through eras of hardship, a peaceful time like now allows people to live well, carefree, happy lives, which the forebears had long hoped for.

This was the life they fought for with their blood.

Green Ox collected those wicked souls into the Hell Palace, letting the ghosts inside punish them, watching their fierce ghostly cries and arrogant demeanor turn into desperate pleas, which brought a sense of satisfaction.

It turns out hungry ghosts are also afraid of dying, realizing their previously impressive powers mean nothing inside this Magical Treasure.

The opposing party absorbs their Soul Power, they cannot resist, with dwindling Soul Power they will eventually vanish into nothingness.

Hungry ghosts possess ambition, aims for domination, many dark ideals.

Even if they die, regardless of how long they’ve been dead, they can only compete within the formation, with new ghosts arriving.

They compete in one place alone, unable to leave, unaware of external history.

Just noticing incoming ghosts in different attire each time.

Only then can they realize, although the evil doers come from no single country, some hail from one country.

They learn of ghosts continually arriving, each new ghost reveals another dynasty, understanding it wasn’t just one emperor.

Over the past 100 years, they found out it’s no longer the imperial era.

With the arrival of these villains, they began to understand why despite decades of struggle, they couldn’t conquer this nation.

This also imparted knowledge on certain people, how a dynasty repeatedly fractured and merged, over and over, fragmented and united.

Until the recent war, which signified the end of dynasties, also a war of foreign invasion, an internal struggle leading to the establishment of the final nation, with no dynasty remaining.

Upon the nation’s founding, occupations had no hierarchy, people were equal, no more slaves and masters, everyone was equal, with women serving as officials.

In the workplace, not only men could excel, but women too.

Over the past hundred years, after this war, even with arriving souls, they are no longer wartime spirits, but those buried here from sickness and old age.

These are just ordinary folks, providing insights on how the new nation’s founding benefited the poor, allowing them to prosper.

Whereas for capitalists and landlords, there is nothing advantageous, awaiting them is only demise.

For the so-called bandits, their fate is utter extinction.

From the collective efforts of production teams, to later prosperity reaching households, despite tough times, people gradually began leading affluent lives.

Inside the formation, souls rely on new arrivals to understand circumstances.

Yearning to venture out, but trapped within the formation.

Eventually, one day, a crack appeared in the formation, enabling powerful fierce ghosts to act, capturing people from the construction site.

They felt unyielding in this new era, unwilling to become extinct, capturing men who perfectly fit for Body Seizing.

However, due to the lack of personnel on-site, after just a few people went missing, others fled.

They seized a few people, inside the formation, competing for distribution, dividing the order of precedence.

That wasn’t anticipated, as hardly half a day passed; nightfall commenced, they prepared for battle, with the victor claiming right to Body Seizing.

This matters hadn’t begun when a spell captured them into the place with formidable fierce ghosts.

Inside the formation, thinking they’re the strongest, unexpectedly discovering powerful mages, impressive Magical Treasures outside.

Could it be Mysticism?

Mysticism masters captured them into this formidable Magical Treasure?

The fierce ghosts couldn’t fathom, with the formation broken, they hadn’t even begun their spree, not leaving for Body Seizing, merely capturing a few people exposed their tracks, revealing the formation.

If these fierce ghosts understood their impulsivity, having been stagnant within the formation too long, and immediately seized people as the crack appeared, without waiting for complete resolution, they could rush out, slipping among the vast crowd of The Mortal Realm, easily achieving their goals.

They wouldn’t be easily discovered, being caught the moment they acted.

Perhaps that’s due to overconfidence in their abilities.

Or maybe because of prolonged confinement within the formation, they’ve completely lost patience.

Green Ox didn’t care what these ghosts thought, helping send away these spirits, rescuing those few people.

Then completely dismantling the formation, ensuring it remained irreparable with his techniques.

Having examined this formation, it was truly crafted by ancient wicked poems, formations relying on Evil Qi from these evil ghosts for practice.

Green Ox sensed the master’s presence within this Evil Qi formation.

It’s possible that person, perhaps due to lifespan, was buried in some era long ago.

After all, the formation design dated back 1000 years.

In a location devoid of Spiritual Energy, if resorting to evil practices for training, even evil individuals face punishment.

As per the era’s Law, whether Daoist Family or Buddhist Sect, encountering those practicing evil methods, punishment is inevitable.

Green Ox handed over the rescued individuals to Luo Youyou, those men were unconscious, entering the Flying Treasure.

The formation had been resolved.

Luo Youyou no longer needed to boast with Flying Treasure all around.

Once the formation was dismantled, Evil Qi was absorbed away.

Green Ox possessed special methods, after all, Jiang Tang’s body possessed not just justice abilities, but Dark Power too.

This approach to erasing Dark Power was extremely effortless for a Spiritual Pet like Jiang Tang.

No need for the master to act, with a mere pinch of a spell, he could resolve it.