Jingzhou’s city walls were tall and sturdy, occupying fifty kilometers by themselves. There should’ve been four main gates and eight side gates, now there was only an east gate that still opened. The rest were sealed shut by the formation.

City walls were useless against the ghost zombies. Only the teetering formation riddled with thousands of holes had any effect.

Lu Yun built his house in the empty frame of the city gate—it was missing part of its doors, so no one minded his actions. No one dared have an opinion either way since he was a cultivator now.

When he returned to his stone house, he ignored Yuan Yi’s objections and carved the ghost zombie into...