The bronze bell on the top of Mount Fengling echoes with a thousand years, and the notes sway in this lost world. The ancient and clear bell awakens the prosperity of a dynasty 3,000 years ago. The natural law of life and death and reincarnation is shattered like a myth at this moment, and the gates of hell have been reopened.

  The valley was already a vast expanse of fog, and Cha Wenbin couldn't tell east from west or north from south. The only sounds he could hear were the indistinct singing and the clanging of copper bells. A mysterious veil of the Bronze Age reappeared before people's eyes, and an ancient and solemn sacrifice began once again.

  In front of the red giant stone, among the cracked steps, a large team of people came out in a steady stream. These people either bulged their eyes or swelled their necks, which was caused by long-term iodine deficiency leading to hyperthyroidism.

  In the solemn hymn, nearly a thousand people stepped out in the thin fog, Zha Wenbin saw it clearly, saying they were not human, but rather souls, souls from the depths of hell, the spirits of our ancestors from the ancient Shu state three thousand years ago. They did not notice that there were still two "people" here, only the old man's tears of excitement proved how devout he was.

  The team was strictly arranged in formation, and the dense crowd knelt around the jade coffin. These people faced the jade coffin with reverence and worship, their mouths uttering language from that era. The Seven-Star Sword in Cha Wenbin's hand trembled excitedly, eager to jump out, but he grasped it tightly. Facing this army of vengeful spirits, he understood he had no chance of winning. Since they seemed to have no malicious intent for the time being, why bother to provoke them?

  It turned out that Hua Bai Hu Zi, also unknown if he found an old friend in the soul group or what, was excited and mixed into the midst of those dead souls. For someone who is proficient in the ghostly way, this is just like us gathering with friends.

  Zha Wenbin suddenly discovered that among the group of dead souls, there was a familiar figure lying under the red boulder - a golden toad with its distinctive body easily recognizable. Zha Wenbin was overjoyed, thinking he would never see this fellow again, but now it had appeared right before his eyes.

  "Hey!" Zhang Wenbin called out softly, and the three-legged toad obviously heard his call, waddling its seemingly clumsy body towards him, but with a noticeable limp. Upon closer inspection, there were several large gashes on its thighs, revealing the muscles inside, looking like it was seriously injured.

  Zha Wenbin furrowed his brow, looking at his good friend's appearance, and his heart was also tangled. He pulled off a few pieces of cloth from his body and re-bandaged it. After bandaging the three-legged toad, it didn't move much, lying still there.

  But this place really can't stay any longer, the three-legged toad has been living in this area all year round, it must have its own way, but now it's hard for itself to control itself, it can only gently touch its nose, and the three-legged toad still flicked out its big tongue and licked Zhang Wenbin once, still that familiar feeling.

  The super son above the cave was calling himself, and it was time to say goodbye. Patting this good fellow's forehead, Zha Wenbin grabbed the rope and looked at the distant white-bearded man who was still kneeling before turning his head to climb up.

  Not having climbed many steps, the three-legged toad below let out a "croak" and Zhang Wenbin looked down to see its large tongue shoot towards him like an arrow. After a quick turn, he felt something fall off his back. Looking again, the walking stick had already been snatched back into the toad's mouth.

  This scepter originally belonged to it, and Cha Wenbin had no intention of occupying it, but why did it still remember it now? Only to see the three-legged toad walking slowly with its injured hind legs, step by step towards the red giant stone. Every time it passed through a position, those dead souls would make way and kneel down, as if welcoming something important arrival.

  This reminded Zha Wenbin of the one he met on the cave road, who also knelt down towards him. It seems that this staff really represents some kind of power. The three-legged toad held the scepter in its mouth, its head raised to the sky, and its large tongue suddenly threw it upwards. The golden scepter was also thrown up together, drawing a beautiful arc under the gaze of the dead souls before falling into the jade coffin.

  Suddenly, a golden light burst out of the jade coffin. At this time, Cha Wenbin was less than ten meters away from the exit. The golden light pierced through the thin fog and stabbed his eyes. In the midst of the light, the jade body was magnificent, and a red figure slowly rose up - it was the main soul!

  At that moment, the vengeful spirits released from the depths of hell wailed and cried out in anguish. The entire cave was filled with eerie howls, sending chills down the spines of those who heard them. Countless ghosts surged forward, rushing up to the high platform, while the jade coffin sucked in the malevolent energy brought by these vengeful spirits like a vacuum cleaner.

  This is probably the ultimate of the ghostly path, nourishing the soul with the body! The red figure gradually became brighter and three black patterns appeared on the jade coffin: a bird, a fish, and an arrowhead. When the three totems were fully revealed, they seemed to have come to life, slowly moving towards each other, overlapping, merging... When the three patterns could no longer be distinguished from one another, a perfect black circle appeared on the jade coffin.

  Three yuan return to one gas, one gas turns into three Qing, symbolizing the three totems of heaven, earth and water finally merged together, Zha Wenbin also finally understood the Taoist door in it.

  Let the fish be born from water, and then let the birds eat the big fish, symbolizing the unity of heaven and earth. The bird's blood already contains both, and then uses its blood to dye the jade coffin, opening up the souls of ten thousand to come out. With the ghostly energy condensing into its seven souls, because these people are all its descendants, every deceased soul has recorded its memories. And that scepter is the key to fusing the souls, with it, the deceased souls have found their target, using this unbelievable way to recreate human three souls and seven souls, which can be said to be unheard of in ancient and modern times, China and abroad.

  This is going against the heavens! By sacrificing one's own descendants' vital energy to complete one's own rebirth, the ghostly Daoist techniques are mysterious and profound, but they can't change their bloodthirsty nature! The Central Plains Daoists use Daoist theoretical guidance to help people ward off diseases and disasters, pray for blessings, although both are of the same sect, but their uses are diametrically opposed.

  The red main body portrait is already clear and visible, with limbs, hair, and facial features all generated. The tall figure stands in the jade coffin, as if dominating the world. The majestic demeanor of a king is evident! Even someone like Cha Wenbin, who is among the best of his generation, can't help but be subdued by this regal aura. A thousand years ago, the emperor was about to be reborn. He didn't choose to reincarnate, but instead chose to scatter his memories among his descendants, waiting for the day when he would call them out and merge them one by one, recreating his original self. This technique far surpasses Cha Wenbin's abilities by a huge margin.

  The summoned spirits around him had almost disappeared, leaving only the three-legged toad and the white-bearded old man still present. The white-bearded old man looked at his "king" with devotion, repeatedly kowtowing and bowing his head in welcome.

  Cha Wenbin always felt that this king seemed to be missing something, no matter how he looked at it, it didn't feel right. His figure had yet to solidify into a real body and was still just a mass of red mist.

  The "king" tried to wave his arms, trying to summon more vengeful spirits, but all those who could go had already gone. Suddenly, the white-bearded man was lifted into the air, his body as if being lifted by an invisible force, without any physical contact. He floated there, only his twisted and reddened face seeming to express how much he was suffering, the blood vessels in his neck bulging with pressure to the point of bursting.

  Yes, how could the white-bearded man not be his descendant? He is too! So the last piece of the puzzle, probably even the white-bearded man didn't think it would be himself, are the helpless kicking legs telling him to regret? Is this "king" in front of him still his own ancestor? A tiger doesn't eat its own son.

  Can't look anymore, Cha Wenbin flew generally towards the ground, pulled out the Seven Star Sword and rushed towards the red giant stone. The distance was getting closer and closer, "whoosh", the Seven Star Sword in his hand was thrown into the air, flying towards the red figure. At that moment, "pa" sound, the body of Hua Baihu exploded in mid-air, fresh red blood gushing towards the jade coffin, a wave of invisible pressure followed, Cha Wenbin only felt a pain in his chest, and fell to the ground again...

  A metallic sound "Clang" came, Cha Wenbin looked up and saw that the Seven Star Sword had returned to his side, it was thrown back and stuck in front of him. A man wearing a green robe with a golden staff in hand stood on top of a red boulder, jumped down and landed beside the three-legged toad, he gently stretched out one hand and touched the toad's nose. "Ribbit", this was its response.

  The fallen Cha Wenbin vaguely saw the man in green clothes walking step by step towards the stairs with a three-legged toad, and at the moment he entered the stairs, the man suddenly turned his head and smiled slightly at Cha Wenbin before disappearing into the deep darkness.

  A loud rumble, the mountain shook again, and the giant rocks above fell one after another. The red stone platform also began to slowly sink down.

  "Brother Wenbin!" It was Chaozi who came down, he saw Cha Wenbin still lying on the ground, so he carried him on his back, "This place is going to collapse, I'll carry you up."

  After returning to the ground, Zha Wenbin didn't say a word, as if he had lost his soul, staring blankly ahead with his eyes wide open. No one knew what was wrong with him. Perhaps only he himself understood, because in the moment when that man turned around, the face he saw was actually his own!

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