Wen Yan arrived at the edge of the beach, stomped his foot, and performed a soul-summoning. The sand beneath his feet gathered by itself, forming an altar.
A golden avenue of light extended from under his feet all the way to the sea, but when the golden light touched the water, it continued to stretch out across the surface.
Wen Yan frowned slightly. He sensed that his soul-summoning had encountered some kind of boundary, the golden avenue sticking to the edge as it reached out.
He already knew before that the land ghosts and water ghosts operated in completely different systems.
The ghosts who died on land had all sorts of different names, but water ghosts were basically just called water ghosts.
The golden light stretched out, floating above the sea, but for a long while, nothing happened.
