Outside the chamber, the sunlight shone brightly.

Wang Changji stepped over the collapsed doorway and into the courtyard. He passed by the corpse of the orange cat. Little Orange, with its pair of brown eyes, lay motionless, staring up at the sky.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, he stepped out into the open. It had been a long time since he had ventured out into broad daylight when the streets were bustling with people. The more people there were, the more this world discomfited him. Yet, nothing seemed different.

He lifted his head, gazing at the brilliant sky, his eyes slightly narrowed.

“Shameless wretch!”

A burly, aged figure approached, demanding, “Is Changxiang in your courtyard?”

He naturally remembered this man, Wang Lianshan, the current generation’s Wang clan chief, his father.

Wang Changji looked at the figure but remained silent.

“Impudent waste! I am speaking to you!” The old man felt his dignity provoked and lifted his hand, intending to strike.

His hand had barely risen when Wang Changji’s hand was already pressed against the crown of his head.

Wang Lianshan stood frozen in place, but his hair, his flesh, everything suddenly became fluid, “flowing” down from his body, gathering into a pool at his feet. A stout old man, a cultivator at the Zhou Tian realm, was instantly reduced to a skeleton standing in place.

*Pak, pak!*

The skeleton also disintegrated.

Some people in the distance witnessed this scene and cried out in terror, “Clan Chief! Clan Chief! Wang Changxiang killed the Clan Chief!”

“What?”

“How is this possible?”

“Damn it! Where are the clan guards?”

“Summon the Protectors!”

The tranquility of the Wang clan estate was shattered, descending into confused chaos and fear.

Already, people armed with weapons were slowly surrounding Wang Changji. Angered youths, seizing wooden staves, charged towards him.

This world was so noisy, so chaotic.

Wang Changji gazed upon everything unfolding before him, yet remained utterly calm. He took a step forward, moving against the flow of the surging crowd. He spoke, his voice devoid of fluctuation, uncaring whether his words were heard by others—

“Let me bring justice to you all.”

In the fourteenth year of Zhuang Li Yongtai, in Fenglin City of Qinghe County, one of the three major clans, the Wang clan, was annihilated.

Fenglin City was located in the southeastern part of Zhuang Country. Xin’an, the capital, was situated in the central region, its influence radiating throughout the land.

Almost simultaneously with the cultivator on Feilai Peak severing his head with a horizontal sword, within a secret chamber at the headquarters of the Jixing Si in Xin’an City, a burning candle extinguished without wind. This was a soul fire candle, infused with the life soul of its master. When the master’s body perished, the soul fire would extinguish.

The cultivator on duty immediately rose, pinched a formula to unlock the array seal, and looked towards the bronze mirror corresponding to the soul fire’s position.

The mirror’s surface rippled but ultimately yielded no response.

This cultivator did not hesitate. After a failed attempt to contact Feilai Peak from a distance, he immediately turned back and struck the small bell suspended in the center of the secret chamber with a hammer!

The bell’s sound echoed, transmitting the information to the Si Dian for the first time, though the sound did not travel beyond the chamber’s confines.

Feilai Peak was under attack!

At this moment, the Si Dian was in the midst of a sacrifice ceremony to Zhuang Country’s Taizu. The country’s ruler, Zhuang Gao Xian, had been cultivating in seclusion within the palace for years, long absent from state affairs. The current host of the sacrifice was the country’s prime minister, Du Ruhui, an elder over a hundred years old. His face was haggard, yet his hair remained black.

Upon receiving the information, he did not even remove his sacrificial robes, merely casually took off his ritual crown. With a single step, mountains and rivers shifted, and he was already thousands of miles away! In his original place, save for the spatial fluctuations, nothing remained.

This was the divine ability, Zhichi Tianya (Reaching the Horizon with a Step)!

Such similar scenes had been witnessed many times before, but the officials present still felt their hearts stir. However, due to the solemnity of the sacrifice, they dared not voice their emotions. This was the stabilizing force of Zhuang Country! Since Prime Minister Du Ruhui had taken power, relying on the rare divine ability Zhichi Tianya, he had single-handedly held sway over the four directions of the world, quelling internal border instability and resisting the bullying of powerful neighbors externally. He was almost a pillar of spiritual support for the people of Zhuang.

They no longer remembered how many times, in the midst of conducting affairs, Du Ruhui had simply departed. There was no other reason; Zhuang Country was too weak, too reliant on him!

With Du Ruhui’s departure, officials from the Rites Department stepped forward to hold the ritual crown and continue the unfinished sacrifice. The great matters of the country were only two: sacrifice and military affairs. The country’s prime minister, in charge of sacrifice, had left due to pressing matters, yet the sacrifice could not be halted.

Du Ruhui took a single step, yet did not appear within Feilai Peak. A powerful force, trembling space itself, had cut off his path, forcing him to appear outside Feilai Peak! The slaughter on Feilai Peak was so clearly reflected in his eyes, yet he could not advance further.

Du Ruhui’s eyelids lifted, and then he saw the seemingly ethereal, yet substantial, stone archway in the sky, recognizing it as the phantom image of the Ghost Gate Pass. Only the Ghost Gate Pass, connecting the Yin and Yang worlds, was sufficient to lock down the space here and limit his Zhichi Tianya.

This was a premeditated ambush! Zhubi Peak was already cleared, Yuheng Peak had fallen, and Feilai Peak was his most probable landing point. Under such urgent circumstances, it was perhaps his only landing point.

In the northwest direction, black smoke suddenly rose, condensing into a giant ghost wielding a saber.

*Roar! Roar!*

The roars were continuous. In the southeast, northeast, southwest, north, south, west, and east, in every direction, a massive ghost-like entity appeared. Some bared fangs and brandished claws, others were wrapped in chains, each one ferocious and powerful, as if collectively supporting the phantom image of the Ghost Gate Pass in the sky. They made that archway from mythology seem as substantial as reality.

Qian Ghost, Kan Ghost, Gen Ghost, Zhen Ghost, Xun Ghost, Li Ghost, Kun Ghost, Dui Ghost, the Eight Ghosts Lock Dragon Array!

Du Ruhui was suddenly trapped within the array, yet he did not panic. He merely lowered his head to look at his feet in mid-air, frowning as he asked, “Old Ghost Ouyang! Could the Lingxiao Pavilion also be involved in this matter? Did Ye Lingxiao not truly injure you, and only put on a show with you?”

Without waiting for a response, he spoke again, “Impossible. This kind of trick cannot deceive me. Ye Lingxiao also would not cooperate with you to break through in advance; you cannot offer that level of benefit!”

“Decades unseen, and the young one is still so confident!”

Strands of black smoke, as if emerging from the depths of the underworld, gathered at Du Ruhui’s feet, forming a massive skull. The black smoke skull’s mouth opened and closed, letting out a *creak, creak* strange laugh, “You are indeed not easy to deceive, so this old man’s fight with Ye Lingxiao was real, and I truly suffered heavy injuries! However, this old man sacrificed a substitute doll before setting out, and all the injuries fell upon the doll. Otherwise, no matter how strong that young one surnamed Ye is, how could he have had the opportunity to injure me?”

“So it was the legendary treasure, the substitute doll.” Du Ruhui did not mind being called a young one. By age, his opponent was indeed several cycles older than him. He nodded and said, “No wonder.”

“You have an internal spy within my sect, you think this old man doesn’t know? Although the substitute doll is precious, it can both break Ye Lingxiao’s closed cultivation, delaying his step towards breakthrough, and also make you relax your vigilance. What is not worth it!” The Great Elder of the White Bone Dao, Ouyang Lie, laughed strangely and endlessly, seemingly very proud. “It also lets you young ones know this old man’s methods!”

He did indeed have the right to be proud. Looking at the surrounding countries, Ye Lingxiao was a figure like the heaven’s pride, and Du Ruhui had always been deep in schemes, his wisdom and strength equally renowned. Up until now, only they had caused others to suffer losses, and it seemed only Ouyang Lie had managed to make them both suffer losses simultaneously this time.

Witnessing Feilai Peak on the verge of collapse, and himself trapped in an evil array, being taken advantage of. The situation in the entire Sanshan City domain, and even Qinghe County, was precarious, which would further impact the entire Zhuang Country.

Yet, Du Ruhui merely laughed lightly.

“Since Ye Lingxiao is not cooperating with you, what do I have to fear? Just relying on you, this decrepit old man, a dry bone from the grave! Even with the phantom image of the Ghost Gate Pass, coupled with the Eight Ghosts Lock Dragon Array, how long can you hold me?”

“Hahaha ha.” Ouyang Lie also laughed, “This old man doesn’t need to kill you. Just watch this Feilai Peak, see if you can protect it!”

Du Ruhui stopped smiling, “I don’t believe you put in such great effort just for a Feilai Peak.”

That huge black smoke skull let out a *creak, creak* strange cry, “Then you guess, what is this old man after?”

“I won’t guess.” Du Ruhui replied faintly, spreading his hands, his black hair dancing wildly, “I am here to ask you!”

Black light erupted, and the Eight Ghosts surged forward!

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