I gather power with my gift of God and build the heaven.

Outside Yumen Pass, two miles away from the burial pit, on the road leading to Yumen Pass, a group of merchants walked slowly towards the setting sun.

"Huh! We are finally there. After walking another ten miles, we will reach Yumen Pass.

Everyone, speed up and try to reach Yumen Pass before the hour of Xu."

"Father, isn't it a bit late for us to rush to Yumen Pass now?"

A boy of about seventeen or eighteen glanced at the sun that was about to set in the west.

"Haha, it's not too late, not too late."

His father, a middle-aged man in his thirties, looked at him and said with a smile.

"But father, won't the city be closed and curfewed by the time of the 11th hour?"

The curfew time is also short, roughly from 11:00 p.m. to 1:00 p.m., about three hours.

It was really because the blood tiger was too famous for his killing, and the surrounding area was the battlefield where his captured troops were located, and next door was a burial pit, so it was difficult for everyone to remain calm.

The boy looked a little confused.

To a certain extent, they were originally one country, belonging to the Eastern Chaga Khanate, and before that it was Yilibali.

Another part of it floated towards the burial pit.

Even if there were merchants returning from the local area, even if they were deeply impressed, the spiritual power they generated would not be able to cross hundreds of miles and would be completely eroded and assimilated by the spiritual power halfway.

But in the end, those innate energies did not gather towards them.

"Oh, the smell of blood."

His father, the leader of the caravan, frowned slightly and spoke in a calm tone.

From a distance, it seemed as if there were human figures standing there.

Then, the aggregation of spiritual forces actually struggled slightly, broke free from the restraints of the body, and turned into hazy human figures, staying blankly in the mud above the body.

"For example, if you can bring technology to the People's Salvation Army, or develop technology that they don't have, or scarce resources that they need, you will have the opportunity to join the People's Salvation Army."

And two miles to the right is where the bodies of the Turpan soldiers were buried.”

"Father, look over there, is there anyone?"

Some of them were floating in the air, while some seemed to be attracted by something and sank down to the ground below.

They are really taboo about the burial pits near Guazhou and Shazhou, and most of the spiritual forces are integrated into them.

When their bodies stare to a certain extent, they can no longer progress.

However, much of the spiritual power generated by the people of Yumen Pass did not have time to be eroded and assimilated, and instead gathered and fell into the burial pit.

"Oh, what kind of contribution do you have to make?"

Therefore, when he talked about Wang Dahu slaughtering the Turpan army, his eyes became so complicated.

Occasionally when they meet each other, they will devour each other. You bite me and I bite you.

And as time went by, their originally illusory bodies at the spiritual level began to gradually transform into reality, and they possessed illusory figures that could be observed by the naked eye.

After separation, their bodies will gradually recover as they continue to absorb spiritual power, and eventually return to their original state when they died.

"What can we do about it?"

Most of it was transformed by spiritual power, but there were also many spiritual powers that contained deep impression consciousness and were not transformed immediately.

A part of them stayed where the crowd was. This battlefield that had experienced bloodshed would be eroded and assimilated by spiritual power as time passed.

The Blood Tiger is the name given to Wang Dahu by the people of the Khanates of Turpan and Yarkand. It means that he is bloody and bloodthirsty, and any army that fights against him will be slaughtered by him.

Even the innate energy fluctuated slightly.

"Well, unless you are from the Ming Dynasty, you need to make enough contributions to be able to join the People's Salvation Army."

The young man pointed tremblingly at the location of the burial pit.

Following their instincts, those illusory and hazy figures began to move towards places where the innate energy was rich.

"Gudong!"

After the young man muttered a few words, his face turned pale and he felt a sudden chill around him.

"Maybe, but this is not something we outsiders can know."

Although, even if they reach a place with rich innate energy, they have no way to absorb the innate energy directly.

"Oh, that's a pity."

Deep within the earth, clusters of spiritual power aggregated and pulsated slightly, instantly absorbing the spiritual power descending from above.

From time to time, negative spiritual forces will arise regarding these burial pits, and these forces will also be integrated into them.

As a result, human figures began to wander around the burial pit. When they met, they would bite each other for a while, and then continue to wander around separately.

In fact, after these things were mentioned, everyone around was silent and felt a chill around them.

This time, everyone was also shocked.

As the caravan was about to leave the mass grave, the young man, although frightened, still couldn't help but look back out of curiosity.

As for some of the bodies that were buried shallowly, the blurry figures that had broken free from their bodies had half of their bodies exposed on the ground.

At this moment, the young man twitched his nose slightly, frowned and said:

“What’s that smell?”

Seeing the puzzled expression on the boy's face, an old man from the caravan nearby couldn't help but laugh and explained:

"The cities under the control of the Salvation Army, except for the border cities, such as Yumen Pass and Jiayu Pass, basically will not close the gates.

"Chief, there are people there."

"Wow!"

When he said this, the leader of the caravan showed a complicated expression.

At this point, they seemed to have some instincts and became a little stronger.

However, if the mountain does not come to me, I will go to the mountain.

"Ha! In the territory of the Salvation Army, there are patrol officers from the Patrol Department.

I heard that they have supernatural powers and can identify criminals at the fastest speed.

It is really difficult to commit a crime in front of them.

Those who didn't believe in evil were either beheaded or sent to labor camps.

So now, there are very few people who commit crimes at night."

Seeing Hatake's pale face and trembling body, everyone couldn't help but swallow their saliva. They felt a chill in their hearts, and some people turned their heads stiffly to look at the burial pit.

At the same time, when these hazy figures broke free from their physical restraints, because of the spiritual aggregation, the energy of the surrounding heaven and earth began to be attracted and spontaneously gathered towards them.

And when we join in, we are just ordinary people.

"Well, just like those prisoners who were sent to do forced labor, if they did not commit any illegal acts after three years, they would also have the opportunity to join the Salvation Army.

And since those prisoners can do it, we can do it too.

And relatively speaking, the time is much shorter, but it is just as difficult."

If the people here could see the spiritual level, they would be able to see the burial pit, and the spiritual light like rain, constantly falling to the ground below, and then sinking into the earth.

"Will we be able to master magical powers by then?"

However, it often only lasts for a short while before they instinctively separate and move away again, looking for places with rich innate energy.

Instinctively, they became a little anxious and began to devour more spiritual power, hoping to strengthen their own foundation so as to devour more innate energy.

“Uh, I don’t know then.

"A battlefield? A place where bodies are buried?"

In fact, not only this caravan, but also the people of Yumen Pass, and even the people of Guazhou, Shazhou and other places in the west, were very secretive about these burial pits and were extremely wary of them.

As for mastering supernatural powers, you may have to become an official."

Who doesn’t have a dream of becoming an immortal and a god?

"Oh~, if they really have magical powers, I really want to join them"

After all, although they were not from the Turpan Khanate, they were close to Turpan and were from the Yarkand Khanate.

This force possesses the properties of both and has a certain ability to interfere with reality.

"Ah~? Is that so? Do they really have magical powers?"

"Are there any conditions?"

Anyway, the common people don’t have it.

After listening to the old man's explanation, the young man couldn't help but be stunned.

"Really, really, really, there really is someone"

And just as everyone fell silent, at the spiritual level that they could not sense, waves of spiritual power rose up.

The young man couldn't help but show his longing hands.

"Haha, young master, you don't know that Yumen Pass is different from Guazhou and Shazhou. Because it is adjacent to Turpan, it still implements a normal curfew."

“Haha, this is the battlefield where the 50,000 Turpan troops attacked Yumen Pass and were slaughtered by General Blood Tiger.

"If that's the case, wouldn't it be chaotic at night? Wouldn't it be dangerous?"

"Blood, the smell of blood? Why is there a smell of blood here?"

"Haha, many merchants who have entered the territory of the Salvation Army have had this idea.

But it’s not that easy to join.”

And in the areas further inland beyond Jiayuguan, there is no curfew at all."

"This"

Finally, some of the spiritual power aggregates seemed to have absorbed enough spiritual power. They contracted violently and became several points more solid in an instant.

Then, these energies of heaven and earth began to blend with their spiritual power, and gradually evolved into a special power between spiritual power and energies of heaven and earth.

Everyone felt their hearts tighten when they heard this, and they felt a chill rising on their backs.

After hearing this, the young man couldn't help but sigh slightly.

And at this glance, he was immediately stunned on the spot.

They began to wander around, instinctively devouring more spiritual power and absorbing more energy from heaven and earth.

It’s just that places like Guazhou Sandbank are too far away and people don’t have a deep impression of them, so the power they generate cannot reach them at all.

However, the innate energy in the wild is ultimately not as good as that in the city with the most spiritual power and national destiny.

Seeing the boy's actions, his father's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but frowned and scolded:

"Qa Mu De, don't talk nonsense, you must have a fearful heart"

In an instant, the entire burial pit became filled with ghosts.

"Really, there really is someone."

However, just occasionally getting some innate energy would make their bodies more solid.

It was only later that Turpan split away and they established the Yarkand Khanate, leaving Yilibali with only a small piece of territory.

In an instant, everyone was in an uproar, looking over there, with horror and disbelief in their eyes.

That place is a burial pit. Even at noon, basically no one would go there, let alone now when the sun is about to set.