Helpers

Listening to Shen Benyou's explanation of Lion Dance Palace, Li Huowang stared wide-eyed in utter shock at the Face Wall before him, and at the White Tassels between those faces.

Li Huowang truly had not expected the entire Lion Dance Palace to be a single whole. Lion Dance Palace was not merely the sect's name—it was its name!

"Wait, what did you just say? Lion Dance Palace cultivates the Dao of Combine?" Li Huowang looked at the densely packed naked feet beneath the Face Wall, seeming to understand what this Dao of Combine meant.

By Shen Benyou's description, Lion Dance Palace likely did not merely fuse their flesh together; even their minds had merged into a single puddle. That mass of consciousness was Lion Dance Palace.

"Other sects may cultivate techniques or divine powers; some complement one another, while others restrain one another. But Lion Dance Palace does not. They can assist anything, with absolutely no risk of Qi Deviation."

"As long as they wish it, they can not only merge others into themselves, but also merge themselves into others, regardless of sect or school. The righteous become more righteous; the wicked become more wicked."

Hearing this, Li Huowang finally understood why two lion dancers had stood beside Palmtar while he danced the Nuo ritual.

Suddenly, a man's face on the left, its features extraordinarily flat, fixed Li Huowang in a dead stare with two red-and-white pupils as large as lamp holes.

Immediately afterward, the lion dancer's enormous lantern-like left eye gradually shifted upward, revealing a pitch-black round hole.

Seven or eight shriveled black hands, like monkeys' paws, stretched out from within and clung beneath the eye like false eyelashes.

Then over a dozen eyes, large and small, crowded into that enormous eye socket and stared fixedly at Li Huowang.