Souls
Why are the souls in these skeletons trapped on this island? They’re awfully docile unlike the ones Ghost Gate employ in combat. They seem lost if you ask me, thought Mu Yu.
“These souls… are sentient souls!” noted Xiaoshuai.
“Still? How many years has it been since they passed away?”
“A cultivator has finally come to the island after five thousand years,” a white soul wearing a cultivator uniform Mu Yu didn’t recognise approached and exclaimed.
“Hello?” Mu Yu politely responded.
The middle-aged cultivator, also the white soul in question, drew the interest of other souls around.
“Wow, it really has been a long time,” agreed a stocky man.
“Fate must have led you here. Would you be able to help us?” inquired a young maiden, staring intently at Mu Yu.
“Uh… I’m just passing by. I did not mean to disturb you. May I take my leave now?” asked Mu Yu, not detecting any hostility but preferring to avoid conflict.
The middle-aged cultivator laughed. “This island is divided into two factions. If you leave our territory, the fiends will kill you. Do you think you could defeat them?”
“Eh?”
“My name is Bo Hong. This big man is He Liankong and this young lady is Mu Fengfei. The three of us lead the souls here. What’s your name?”
The three leaders of humans of the island were the only Ascension Realm cultivators during their lifetime.
“Greetings, Seniors, my name is Mu Yu. I am a disciple of… of… of Pill Cauldron Sect,” answered Mu Yu, opting to go with Pill Cauldron Sect under the assumption that they wouldn’t recognise Dustfallen Sect.
“Oh, you’re my junior, then!” enthused Elder He Liankong. “What level are you?”
“Um, let me have a think…”
“You’re already a Spirit Severing Realm cultivator at your age? You wouldn’t happen to be a level six alchemist, are you?” queried He Liankong.
“Oh, y-yes, I am…” replied Mu Yu, justifying it with his knowledge of poison.
“We’re lucky to have someone so talented! That’s great, young man!”
“What are you doing here by yourself? Did you come with anyone else?” asked Mu Mengfei.
“Oh, right, we need to put this conversation aside for now. Ghost Gate has found their way here and have their sights on you. Have you seen any of them?”
“No. You’re the only person to have set foot on this island in the last five thousand years. We would be alerted if Ghost Gate’s people came here,” asserted Bo Hong, vocalising confidently.
“You sure?”
Boom!
Mu Yu pointed to the ghost qi where the third explosion occurred. “That’s Ghost Gate’s qi!”
“Hahaha, no, no, that’s Gui Yuzi, a member of Ghost Gate when he used to be alive, going at it with fiends,” explained He Liankong.
Gui Yuzi is the man Shifu mentioned responsible for innumerous harmful deeds across the world, Mu Yu recalled in his mind. He then asked, “There are still fiends alive on this island?”
Bo Hong denied, “No, you are the only living person on this island. Be it fiends or humans, we are merely remnants of the war back then still stubbornly fighting for territory.”
“Souls can’t touch each other, so how do you compete against each other? Rock, paper, scissors?” Xiaoshuai asked.
“Come with me, and you’ll find out,” responded He Liankong, sweeping Mu Yu off his feet with soul energy and cradling them to the spot Mu Yu pointed to.
They went around a rocky mountain and stopped atop another mountain. There was a huge basin in the ground, visible from the mountain peak, used as an arena.
One of the skeletons standing in the arena was constructed from various humans’ bones stood over ten metres tall, head constructing from numerous human skulls, left hand brandishing ribs and femurs stuck together to create a broadsword and right hand clutching a shield made from pelvises. It was given wings made from human shoulders, each joint connected with skulls to utilise the wings as offensive weapons, too. The souls of the skulls and the two in the head controlled the skeleton to fight the skeleton constructed using fiend bones.
The fiend skeleton was more ornate since their shapes and sizes varied more than humans. Furthermore, they had fiends that could fly or life underwater.
“We call the big skeletons constructed ‘skeleton soldiers’. We have won 708,961 matches thus far,” announced Lian Hekong.
“And the fiends?”
“They lost 708,961 matches.”
“How many did they win?”
“After fiends die, they revert to their fiend beast form. Their bones are tougher than ours, so they have won 809,027 matches,” answered Mu Mengfei.
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