For ten years I practiced Gu poison in Southeast Asia; all living beings revered me as a deity.

Liu Guangyang had to admit that his junior brother Miao Sheng was far more perceptive of ghosts than he was.

"No wonder Master Diao values ​​Junior Brother Miao Sheng so much... He must have a unique ability to sense ghosts..."

This senior student, Liu, felt both admiration and concern about the impending crisis.

"Master Diao has always hoped to have a successor to his mantle... After our eldest brother left, our group of disciples hasn't amounted to much... The Tongtian Altar isn't something just anyone can take over; it seems our youngest brother is a promising candidate!"

Liu Guangyang secretly made up his mind that no matter what happened, he would protect his junior brother's safety.

His gaze shifted to the road ahead, where he witnessed an extremely bizarre scene: the mountain path had clearly been distorted by some force, resulting in numerous branching paths.

Each dirt road was winding and uneven, with potholes and gullies. Several of the winding routes led to misty ends, making them appear extremely eerie.

"One, two, three, four, five, six..."

Luo Feng counted them himself and found that there were 11 forks in the road.

This dirt road was originally overgrown with waist-high weeds, and it was flattened by passersby.

Logically speaking, it should be impossible for there to be so many branching paths.

This must be a trick played by the evil spirit "Zhenni".

That's true, but the key is how to break the deadlock.

"I don't know if it's an illusion or a distortion of space... but the ends of these paths are filled with the stench of evil spirits; stepping into them is a dead end."

Luo Feng felt that if he cooperated with Liu Guangyang again to set up the Flipping Altar and launch a concentrated attack, there might be some way to succeed.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Liu Guangyang beside him.

Liu Guangyang frowned, fidgeting with his fingers as if calculating something. After a moment, he narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "No matter what the situation, let's try it first..."

He quickly took out several incense sticks from his sleeve, swiftly inserted them into the soft soil, and then lit them one by one.

"Junior brother, I'm going to invite 'White-Faced Wounded Master' to see what secrets this path holds..."

Liu Guangyang's voice was low and deep.

He was now very worried because, so far, neither he nor Luo Feng could figure out the killing pattern of this "Zhenni" evil spirit.

Even though evil spirits are powerful, they can be refined into part of the "Eight Immortals and Five Saints' Havoc in the Sea" by shrewdness and profound wisdom, thanks to the ingenuity of human hearts.

Master Diao also told him that even though there are all kinds of evil spirits and monsters in this world, as long as you understand their "foundation" and know their killing patterns, there will always be a way to deal with them.

This evil spirit is certainly troublesome... even if he and his junior brother joined forces, they might not be able to defeat it. However, there is an even more dangerous entity: the wizard who commands this evil spirit...

As he pondered a solution, he continued, "...Among the eight Yin Masters, this Immortal Master excels at probing the void and discerning opportunities; he can be used to test you... You should still have the resources to invite Immortal Master Daoliang a few more times, right?"

"certainly."

Luo Feng added, "Besides Dao Liang Xian Shi, I can also use Yin Shi He Kou Xian Shi. I can hold out for at least three or four more rounds without any problem."

Although his vital energy had been depleted considerably, it was still plentiful. This was probably because, among the bodies of Luo Feng, only Ding Miaosheng was relatively young and had good stamina.

Luo Feng felt that after taking the Enhancing Vitality Pill, he could maintain his energy and spirit after a short rest.

"Can it be used three or four more times?"

Liu Guangyang was also very surprised.

His evaluation of his junior brother was subtly elevated.

"Very well, then invite Master Daoliang. In case of any trouble, he'll be there to help... However, Master Daoliang is good at offense but not defense, so you should be careful yourself."

After thinking for a moment, Liu Guangyang simply handed his mourning stick, which he always carried with him, to his junior brother.

"My mourning staff is made of hanging wood, which is the part of the tree where someone hanged themselves. It contains a hidden resentment. After being enhanced by magic, a single sweep of this staff is enough to terrify the corpse... By the way, it is also somewhat useful against ordinary ghosts."

"it is good."

Luo Feng accepted the mourning stick, then, as if remembering something, he took out a copper coin and handed it to Liu Guangyang.

"Senior brother, these are the tomb-guarding coins from before. I still have three left; these coins should come in handy!"

"Tomb-guarding copper coins?"

Liu Guangyang nodded demurely.

"Perhaps we can buy some time, but unfortunately, against them..."

He shook his head again, not intending to waste time. Instead, he lowered his head, pinched his middle finger with his thumb, made a hand gesture, and muttered some incantations.

"...Smoke rises and falls, cranes ride the wind, and phoenixes spread their teachings!"

As Liu Guangyang chanted the incantation, a gust of wind suddenly came from all around, and the smoke from more than ten incense sticks rose up in a whirlwind.

As the smoke from these incense sticks rose in wisps, a strong earthy smell gradually filled the air.

It has an earthy, pungent smell, like the odor emitted by something buried very deep underground that has been dug up.

In that short time, the surrounding temperature suddenly turned extremely cold, as if the air itself had frozen.

In the smoke that filled the air, there seemed to be many shadows floating in the sky. These shadows were all dressed in ancient attire, wearing white robes. If someone looked closely, they would find that these people's faces were deathly pale. They... didn't have faces at all; their faces were just blank white surfaces.

Even among the eight Yin Masters, the White-Faced Wounded Ones are considered to be of a rather sinister nature. These pale, faceless figures swayed slightly, and their faces changed, transforming into the faces of Liu Guangyang and Luo Feng respectively.

"Go ahead and scout the way for me."

At Liu Guangyang's command, the faceless shadows in the smoke split into eleven figures, all rushing toward the fork in the road ahead.

The pale faces of the White-Faced Wounded Ones also transformed into the faces of the two men. However, as soon as these ghosts stepped onto the dirt roads of those side paths, they were enveloped by a filthy aura, and the next second, they silently burst into flames.

One after another, the green flames lit up.

The moment these white-faced wounded soldiers stepped onto the fork in the road, they seemed to turn into candles, melting away in a short while and turning into a black, viscous, semi-solid paste.

That's amazing!

Liu Guangyang squinted and looked toward the end of the eleven forks in the road. In the darkness of the night, a huge face emerged from the dark sky.

It was a withered, skeletal face with hollow eye sockets, high cheekbones, and a huge, open mouth, like the entrance to a tunnel to hell.

Eleven roads stretched out, a stark white expanse as far as the eye could see—roads paved with bones… countless skulls, arm bones, vertebrae, sternums, finger bones, and neck bones; the twisted dirt roads at the forks in the road were all made of human bones.

The stark white bones paved the stark white road, giving the impression that these human bones were being used as sacrifices and were all to be sent into the mouth of this giant skull.