The Terrifying Dead Spirit

The Ninth Spirit Mountain was so tall it almost reached the sky. It almost looked as if it was above the clouds. A mysterious figure cloaked in grey stood on the edge of the cliff, holding on to a blood-red sickle and looking as if they had been standing there since the start of time.

"That is no living spirit. He must have already been dead during ancient times. He's a dead spirit that's been existing for who-knows-how-long," the Multicolor Queen remarked, her face serious. The entire Ninth Spirit Mountain was covered with a thick layer of deathly aura. There was not a single trace of life in a thousand-mile radius, and it was exceptionally deserted here. As a living spirit, she was repulsed by this aura. The deathly aura was pervasive and something constricted in her chest.

"Welcome. It's been 70 million years since a living spirit has come to this place."