These beings seemed a bit like the demon ancestors in the Demon Hall of Dao Techniques, but they were not completely similar. Those were the remains of Primordial Spirits, but Wu Yu was guessing that these were flesh and blood.

Most of them were female, and on the older side. They had died long ago, but their bodies had changed to some sort of light pink crystal, a little like zombies.

Evidently, this was some sort of technique to reanimate the dead into puppets. Or perhaps the ancestors of the Beckoning Moon Sword Sect had willingly chosen to remain here after they knew that they could not attain immortality. This way, they could be the guardian deities of their sect, and be the sect's strength when the occasion called for it. If they could use even half of their former strength, the sheer number of them would be a deadly calamity for Wu Yu.

"This Yueling Xuan really doesn't stand on ceremony. She returned me so many presents so promptly. That seraphic dao treasure was a wasted gift." Wu Yu was sweating...