One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

The night was as dark as ink, so thick it seemed as if water could drip from it.

Beyond the pile of shattered stone tablets and ruins, the road ahead did not widen; instead, it seemed as if a giant axe had descended from the sky, forcefully cleaving a jagged crack in the continuous mountainside.

The towering cliffs on both sides are almost perpendicular to the ground, squeezing the starry sky above into a thin white line.

This is the legendary "One Line Sky".

By the faint moonlight, the rocks on both sides could be vaguely seen to have an eerie dark red color, like long-dried scabs, layered on the wall, exuding a nauseating fishy smell.

"This place..."

Wang Zhenqiu walked at the back, his usually bright and lively eyes narrowed into slits for once.

He reached out and touched the cold, rough rock wall beside him, feeling a slight tingling sensation at his fingertips.

Something's not right.

Wang Zhenqiu abruptly stopped, his voice no longer carrying the previous playful tone, but instead tinged with an unusual seriousness:

"The stone is shaking."

"shock?"

Zhang Chulan, who was walking ahead, turned around, looking bewildered: "No, right? Was there an earthquake?"

"Not that kind of tremor."

Wang Ye also stopped at this moment. He frowned, making calculations with one hand, his fingertips quickly tracing several lines in the air. But then his expression changed, and he suddenly pressed his temple:

"It's a magnetic field!"

"The magnetic field here is chaotic! It's... making a sound!"

Om-! ! !

Before Wang Ye could finish speaking, a very low, yet seemingly omnipresent, buzzing sound suddenly erupted in the narrow canyon without warning.

The sound was not heard through the ears.

It's more like it acts directly on the brainstem, climbing up the spine like countless tiny worms crawling in the bone marrow, causing an indescribable irritability and nausea to rise from the depths of one's soul.

"Cover your ears! Quick!!"

Wang Zhenqiu roared, covered his ears tightly with both hands, and curled up, trying to resist the all-pervasive demonic sound.

But this was of no use.

The buzzing sound was like a special frequency, specifically targeting the innate Qi within a person's body.

In just a moment.

The once orderly line instantly descended into chaos.

"Well……"

Zhuge Qing let out a muffled groan, and his face, which always maintained an elegant smile, turned as white as paper in an instant.

The non-prescription glasses in his hand fell to the ground with a crash and shattered into pieces.

His eyes began to lose focus, his pupils trembled violently, as if he were seeing something extremely terrifying.

"No...it wasn't my fault..."

Zhuge Qing staggered backward, leaning against the cold rock wall, his hands flailing wildly in the air as if trying to push away something unseen:

"I didn't lose... I didn't... Don't force me..."

Meanwhile, Zhang Chulan's situation was even worse.

He had been full of energy just moments before, but now it was as if all the bones in his body had been removed, and he knelt down on the gravel ground with a thud.

His eyes were wide open, the whites of his eyes filled with dense red blood vessels, and tears streamed uncontrollably down his face.

"Grandpa...Grandpa, don't die..."

Zhang Chulan's voice was hoarse, with a heartbreaking sob in it.

He stretched out his hand, gripping the air in front of him tightly, his nails digging deep into his palm, drawing blood.

"Bao'er...run...don't worry about me...run!!"

"They're going to arrest you...they're going to dissect you..."

"ah!!!!!"

A piercing scream erupted from the depths of his throat. He abruptly lowered his head and slammed his forehead against the ground, as if only pain could free him from that despairing illusion.

boom! boom! boom!

Blood streamed down his forehead, staining the pebbles on the ground, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, continuing his frantic self-harm.

Even Wang Ye, who was the most composed, was not spared at this moment.

This Taoist priest, who always talked about letting things take their natural course, was sitting cross-legged on the ground, trembling like a leaf.

"Dad... Mom..."

Wang Ye's eyes were tightly closed, two lines of tears sliding down his cheeks, his hands clenching helplessly in the air:

"It's my fault...it's my fault..."

"If I didn't practice this... if I weren't an Outcast..."

The entire First Line Sky Canyon was instantly transformed into a living hell.

Cries, pleas for mercy, and voices of repentance rose and fell, echoing in the narrow space, creating an exceptionally eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

This is a battlefield where you confront your own inner self.

The scars that everyone is most unwilling to touch deep in their hearts, the nightmares they fear most, are amplified infinitely by that eerie magnetic field at this moment, turning into evil spirits that want to devour them alive.

however.

Amidst this chaotic dance of demons.

But there was one person who always seemed out of place.

Zhang Taichu stood in the center of the canyon, his hands in his pockets, still wearing that comical yellow T-shirt.

He turned his head slightly, looking at Zhang Chulan kneeling on the ground beside him, weeping bitterly, and then at Wang Zhenqiu huddled in the corner, trembling.

His eyes were clear, even carrying a hint of listless indifference.

The magnetic field fluctuations that could instantly collapse Zhang Chulan and the others seemed to have no effect on him; they couldn't even stir a single hair on his head.

"Tsk."

Zhang Taichu shook his head, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"Is this your true nature?"

"A few broken rocks and a bit of infrasound, and you've turned yourself into this mess?"

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the crowd, and looked into the even deeper darkness in the depths of the canyon.

"And you... Wugensheng."

Zhang Taichu chuckled softly, his voice not loud, but it carried an air of arrogant self-importance:

"He was, after all, the former leader of the Quanxing Sect."

"After being dead for so many years, is this the only kind of prank you can pull off?"

"By utilizing the terrain to create specific sound wave corridors, and then combining them with these red magnets with extremely high iron content, they forcibly interfere with people's brainwaves, inducing deep-seated fears..."

"These kinds of tricks to coax children can only scare those babies who haven't been weaned yet."

At this moment, Zhang Chulan on the ground began to roll his eyes back, his hands gripping his own neck, as if he wanted to strangle himself to death.

Wang Ye was foaming at the mouth, his Qi was in disarray, and he was on the verge of going into a demonic state.

"Alright."

Zhang Taichu withdrew his gaze, his eyes suddenly turning cold.

"Now that we've had enough of the show, it's time to call it a day."

He slowly raised his right foot.

There were no fancy movements, nor any earth-shattering incantations.

He casually, yet heavily, stomped down.

"Give me... silence!"

boom--!!!

The moment the foot landed, the entire First Line Sky Canyon seemed to tremble.

Followed by.

An incredibly dazzling golden light erupted from beneath Zhang Taichu's feet in an instant.

The golden light was no longer a flowing liquid, but transformed into countless ferocious golden dragons, carrying an invincible and domineering power, spreading wildly in all directions along the ground.

Click! Click! Click!

A series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds rang out one after another.

On both sides of the canyon, the protruding, dark red rocks, under the impact of the golden dragon, were as fragile as tofu and shattered instantly.

Those rocks are the key nodes of this natural formation!

As these nodes break down.

The buzzing sound that had been lingering in everyone's minds like a maggot clinging to bones came to an abrupt end.

It's like a speaker whose power has been suddenly cut off.

The whole world became quiet in an instant.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

As the illusion shattered, Zhang Chulan abruptly released the hand gripping his neck, collapsing to the ground and gasping for breath.

His gaze gradually regained focus, but the fear in his eyes wouldn't dissipate.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back, making him look like he had just been pulled out of the water.

"That was... just now..."

Zhang Chulan touched his neck, which was still throbbing, and his pupils contracted sharply when he saw his hands covered in blood.

That's so true.

That despair, that sense of powerlessness, was worse than death.

"Cough cough cough..."

Wang was coughing violently beside him. He wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth, struggled to his feet, and looked at Zhang Taichu with deep awe.

"Master Taichu..."

"Is this place... hell?"

In that instant, if Zhang Taichu hadn't intervened, he had no doubt that he would have suffered a reverse flow of Qi and died on the spot.

Wang Zhenqiu had also recovered by this time.

His usually impeccable makeup was now a mess, with eyeshadow smeared all over his face, making him look disheveled and comical.

But he completely disregarded his image, staring intently at Zhang Taichu, his voice still trembling:

"Master Dao... what kind of monster are you?"

"That's an attack targeting the soul... and you... didn't react at all?"

Zhang Taichu ignored the crowd's praise.

He merely brushed off non-existent dust from his trouser legs, his gaze still fixed on the dark corner ahead.

That's the exit of the narrow passage.

It is also the narrowest and most dangerous part of this canyon.

"You're scared already?"

Zhang Taichu's voice was cold, so cold that it made the hearts of everyone who had just been celebrating their narrow escape tighten again.

"If you can't even handle this appetizer, then I suggest you go back now."

"because……"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Suddenly, a small light appeared at the previously pitch-black corner ahead.

Followed by.

The second point, the third point...

Until countless sparks, like the eyes of a demon suddenly opening in the darkness, instantly filled the entire field of vision.

"Get down!"

Wang Zhenqiu's abnormally sharp intuition kicked in once again. He let out a sharp, strange cry, and without thinking, he rolled over and hid behind a boulder.

next second.

Rat-a-tat ...

A barrage of gunfire erupted suddenly, like a violent storm.

Countless tongues of fire spewed from the darkness, bullets mixed with strange blue energy beams, instantly weaving into a net of death that descended upon the group.

Those were not ordinary bullets.

Each warhead is engraved with intricate runes, drawing deadly streaks of light as it flies through the air.

"Damn it!!"

Zhang Chulan only had time to utter a single curse word before golden light surged from his body, causing him to curl up into a ball and withstand the onslaught of firepower.

Ding ding ding ding!

The bullet struck the Golden Light Mantra, sending up a series of dazzling sparks.

Although it failed to pierce through the golden light, the enormous impact still caused Zhang Chulan's blood and qi to surge, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

"Heavy machine guns?! And alchemical bullets?!"

Zhuge Qing, hiding behind Wang Ye, stared at the deep craters left in the ground, his face extremely grim.

"Are these foreigners crazy? Are they treating this like a battlefield?!"

The air was thick with the smoke of gunpowder.

At the end of the hail of bullets, a group of fully armed figures in camouflage combat uniforms slowly emerged.

The leader was a tall, black-haired foreigner.

He wasn't holding a gun, but rather toying with a military knife. His sharp, hawk-like eyes, through the thick smoke, were precisely locked onto Zhang Taichu, who was still standing in the middle of the road, without dodging.

"Are these the extraordinary individuals of China?"

The man spoke in broken Chinese, his tone casual:

"The response is good."

"Unfortunately, the road has come to an end."