Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1843 - 1111: Farewell, Que Lingyu

As time passed day by day, everyone gradually settled into the Spirit Origin Land.

The Xuanqing Sect and Illusion Moon Sect were fully integrated into the Spirit Origin Land this time, with disciples and elders properly settled, being scattered and allocated among various towns.

Also, the Martial Arts Families from the Sea of Spirit were scattered and allocated across different areas.

After busying for more than ten days, the Twelve Floors finally properly settled everyone.

It was at this time that Yang Zhenshan finally extinguished the Divine Soul of the Yellow Springs Old Ghost, leaving no trace of him in the world, only a mass of pure Power of Divine Soul.

Chi Yuan True Monarch’s Divine Soul was also extinguished by him, turning into pure Power of Divine Soul.

Within Longevity Lake, Yang Zhenshan let out a long breath, then stored the Seven Treasures Soul Suppressing Tower in his Sea of Consciousness, while a pitch-black energy ball resembling a water sphere floated in his hand.

This was the harvest of these ten days, divine soul power provided by a Ghost King and a Golden Core Cultivator.

The Yellow Springs Old Ghost was a Ghost King, and his Divine Soul was far stronger than Chi Yuan True Monarch’s, his remaining divine soul power being three times that of Chi Yuan True Monarch.

Years ago, Yang Zhenshan also extinguished the Divine Soul of a Demon King, namely Shui Ji.

The divine soul power left by Shui Ji back then not only advanced the Red Soul to a Ghost General but also brought more than a dozen new Yin Souls to the brink of advancing to Ghost General level.

The Divine Soul of one Demon King nearly nurtured a dozen Ghost Generals.

Generally, a Demon King’s Divine Soul is weaker than that of a Golden Core Cultivator, which in turn is weaker than that of a Ghost King.

The power of divine soul in Yang Zhenshan’s hand currently could at least nurture dozens of Ghost Generals.

After storing the Seven Treasures Soul Suppressing Tower, Yang Zhenshan went straight to the Divine Soul Hall with the power of divine soul.

As soon as he entered the Divine Soul Hall, the Red Soul greeted him.

The little guy circled around him in delight, "Master, you finally came to see me!"

"Mm, how have you been lately?" Yang Zhenshan reached out to stroke its mane, but in its soul form, there was no smooth feel of fur, more like touching a ball of slightly chilling mist.

"Ugh, these guys are too noisy, they’re so annoying!" Red Soul said discontentedly.

Yang Zhenshan chuckled, "You must keep them in line, don’t let them run out of the Divine Soul Hall!"

Saying this, he looked up at the altar in the hall, where a large number of wooden tablets were placed densely, numbering thousands.

Each tablet represented a Yin Ghost, and such a large number gathered together without toppling the Divine Soul Hall was quite remarkable.

Although the Red Soul had the strength of a Ghost General, managing so many Yin Ghosts wasn’t easy. Fortunately, there were arrays here to deter these Yin Ghosts.

Thus, the Yin Ghosts currently behaved, not daring to defy Red Soul’s commands.

"Hehe, Master, rest assured, they don’t dare run away!" Red Soul said confidently.

Yang Zhenshan nodded slightly, took out a drop of divine soul power, and gave it to Red Soul, saying, "This is your reward!"

"Thank you, Master!" Red Soul happily devoured the divine soul power, showing an expression of enjoyment, although its horse-like face expressing such an emotion appeared somewhat odd and amusing.

Yang Zhenshan laughed softly, then turned to walk towards the row of altar tables facing the main door.

There were fewer tablets on this row of altar tables, not as crowded as those on either side.

This was because these housed the Divine Souls of Spirit Origin Land, who in life were people of Spirit Origin Land, in death were ghosts of Spirit Origin Land, and in the future will become Divine Generals of Spirit Origin Land.

When Yang Zhenshan arrived, the divine souls from the tablets came out one by one, circling him continuously.

They had no memory of their past selves, yet retained some habits from life, appearing both close and reverent when seeing Yang Zhenshan.

Yang Zhenshan looked at them and sighed softly.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death are human nature.

Even he could not change this.

Among these Divine Souls were a few he knew well, such as An Yuxing, Liang Shengze, and others.

Yang Zhenshan’s gaze landed on one small Yin Soul, only the size of a fist, while other Yin Souls were circling him; only this one floated before Yang Zhenshan, seemingly staring blankly at him.

Yang Zhenshan reached out and gently held the small Yin Soul.

"Time waits for no one, even you have passed away!"

His eyes showed a trace of sadness.

The Yin Soul before him was Zhou Lan’s; just half a month ago, Zhou Lan passed away peacefully in her sleep.

Zhou Lan had cultivation of the Golden Body Realm, with nearly three hundred years of lifespan, and Zhou Lan’s age was similar to Yu Qingyi, younger by over ten years, meaning Zhou Lan was less than two hundred forty years old now.

However, Zhou Lan had a slight issue during Spirit Base Casting, resulting in a flaw in her Spirit Base, thus shortening her lifespan by several decades compared to other Golden Body Realm Martial Artists.

Yang Zhenshan’s sorrow was fleeting, soon replaced by a faint smile.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death—he had long grown accustomed.

Zhou Lan’s peaceful passing wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Moreover, Zhou Lan’s Divine Soul was still here; she hadn’t entirely disappeared from this world.

Yang Zhenshan took out a small portion of divine soul power and infused it into Zhou Lan’s Yin Soul, instantly enveloping Zhou Lan’s Yin Soul with rich Ghost Qi.

The Ghost Qi spread, forming gusts of Yin winds that flickered the candles in the hall, making the Divine Soul Hall even more eerie and dim.

Yet Yang Zhenshan paid no heed to this, carefully returning Zhou Lan’s Yin Soul to its tablet.