Thirty li outside Wangshan City.
The dark night was endless, and a chilling yin wind gusted as white paper money fluttered through the sky. White-faced ghosts carrying coffins converged from all directions, appearing and disappearing along the forest and official roads, all moving towards Wangshan City.
"The primordial chaos fills my form, advancing with measured steps to ascend the yang brightness!"
A clear shout broke the disorderly mournful sound of suona horns. Yao Zhen, wearing a tattered Daoist robe with a crooked topknot, stood alone in front of the ghost coffin procession, teeth clenched, eyes sharp, and despite the uncontrollable trembling of her body, she drew her fingers across her sword.
She stepped with the Heavenly Gang Step, uttering the Evil Extermination Spell.
"The heavens revolve, the earth spins, advancing by the Six Jia, treading upon the Gang Dipper, the Nine Spirits unite as one!"
