Dancing with the Dread King of the Three Dreadful Piles

Wang Xuan and Chen Yongjie remained silent, then moved backward with difficulty, quickly moving a distance away from that spot.

Old Zhang, you're shameless! You're openly dragging them down with you.

Wang Xuan's spine was broken, his chest cavity was caved in, broken bones pierced his internal organs, his limbs were fractured, and his fingernails had fallen off completely, leaving his hands covered in blood. He looked extremely miserable.

He had never encountered such a formidable opponent before; it was truly unprecedented in his life. He seriously doubted whether Old Zhang could win. Probably not!

Chen Yongjie's mouth was full of blood and foam, his arms were twisted into a pretzel shape, his chest was sunken, and his two arms were still attached to a little bit of flesh and skin, almost completely severed off.

"Everyone, let's go back to dust and disperse. Why are you bothering me? If we are destined to meet again, let's end it here for today."

Zhang Daoling turned to leave, but three bonfires followed, surrounding him like bonfires at night, or like the flames of civilization that Traversing Space-time.

Most chillingly, a blurry face emerged from the fire, staring blankly at him, while the scriptures drifted down from the void, burning and illuminating the surrounding fields.

Zhang Daoling was cornered, unable to break free, let alone kill anyone.

"Immortal Zhang is in trouble!" Chen Yongjie transmitted his voice.

"Never mind him, Old Zhang is a bit of a jerk, let's take care of ourselves first." Wang Xuan was healing his injuries. This time it was really bad. He counted, and a total of fifty-eight bones were broken.

Eight large holes were pierced through his internal organs. He was still sweating profusely from the pain, and his hair was soaked. He was setting his bones, pulling the broken bones outward from his internal organs, and blood gushed out immediately.

Smash!

With the slightest force, the bones that had been reattached to his arms broke into many pieces, hanging limply to his sides, leaving him pale.

Chen Yongjie did the same, struggling to reattach his arms. He was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely for a long time. Then he corrected the collapsed sternum, making a very loud cracking sound.

"Don't give me a chance. If you fall into my hands one day, I'll slowly chop you to pieces with my big Black Sword!" Old Chen was seething with anger; this time it was too much for him.

"What's going on with you two?" Zhang Daoling asked, now that he was stuck there and couldn't get out, he had the leisure to "care" about the two of them.

"Ambushed and killed by a peerless immortal demon, using a similar method to yours, grabbing his neck right off the bat, could it be you?" Wang Xuan asked, looking at him suspiciously.

Old Zhang remained calm and said, "If it were me, would you two still be alive? I would have smashed you into two pools of bloody mud long ago."

He was confident, looking down on everyone, and completely disregarded all the masters in the world.

"I think you can't beat him!" Wang Xuan said, and then gave a detailed account of the person wearing the Silver Mask, and even projected his image into his mind.

"I don't recognize him. He's definitely not his real appearance, but he looks quite powerful. Perhaps he really is the incarnation of a peerless immortal or demon."

Old Zhang nodded, a look of surprise on his face, and said, "Not bad, you've become quite capable. It's not easy to survive under such people."

Then, the three fires shook and moved a few feet toward Wang Xuan, causing Zhang Daoling to show surprise. "This actually works?" he thought. He also decisively moved toward Wang Xuan.

Seeing this, Wang Xuan told Old Chen to run away quickly, because it was a bunch of traps, a pit of people and a pit of fire, and they really couldn't afford to mess with it!

Chen Yongjie was speechless. "Old Zhang, you're a senior who has attained enlightenment, how can you be so shameless? Using a junior as a scapegoat, you should just run away!"

"Don't run away, I'm telling the truth. The Three Sacred Piles has existed since ancient times. They usually discuss the Dao with people and won't hurt them. At most, they'll trap you for a year or two, no, it'll be ten days or half a month before they reach the edge!" Old Zhang shouted from behind.

The two seriously injured men ran all the way to the horizon, only stopping when they could vaguely see three bonfires. The exertion caused them to break more bones, and they were both grimacing and coughing up blood.

Although they didn't want to deal with Old Zhang, they didn't dare go too far, fearing they might run into that powerful man with the Silver Mask again.

"Focus on healing your injuries first, Old Chen. You can advance to the next level," Wang Xuan suggested.

"I just broke through to the early stage of the seventh level. I'm afraid it's too fast and my foundation will become unstable," Old Chen said. He thought for a moment and decided that he could improve to the perfection of the seventh level, but not to the eighth level, in order to increase his strength and deal with dangerous variables.

Then, he decisively began to consume the Heavenly Marrow, carefully absorbing the dazzling liquid from the crystal.

Wang Xuan turned his head away, not wanting to look anymore. The image of Qi Chengdao licking the same place kept flashing through his mind, which was really disgusting.

He mobilized Active Factor to begin repairing his injuries. In an instant, silver substances rose from his life essence, spreading purple light and overflowing into his primordial spirit and physical body, repairing bones and reconnecting meridians.

He brought back a large amount of near-real Super Energy Substance from the Land of Nothingness, which is still sufficient for now.

Of course, the Red Substance was unsuitable for healing; it was fatal. However, he still recklessly drew a wisp from the Silver Animal Hide scroll, intending to temper his body under extreme conditions, breaking through and rebuilding, accompanied by rebirth.

As a result, he wanted to slap himself twice. The ancients were really... deceiving people. What about putting oneself in a life-or-death situation and then surviving? He was in so much pain that he rolled on the ground.

"Yes, it works. It has strengthened my will!" He comforted himself, resetting his bones and healing his injuries with Active Factor. His eyes and brows shone with silver light, and purple mist rose from the top of his head.

He was eager to break through the barrier, but then he realized that he hadn't yet reached the eighth level and hadn't taken the time to further understand and comprehend it, so it was too hasty.

"Make the most of the time to accumulate experience!"

It would be better to promote him soon. If he encounters that mysterious man with the Silver Mask again, he will probably face a life-or-death ordeal.

"Hmm, I want to refine one Buddhist Elixir, one Daoist Elixir, one Demon Core, and one Human Elixir... to gather six golden pills and construct the Six Pill Reincarnation. I don't necessarily have to follow other people's five-colored golden pill route; I need to have my own extraordinary framework."

Chen Yongjie muttered to himself, "I have a new idea."

"Good job, Xiao Chen! I have high hopes for you. Come on in and discuss things with them; it'll enlighten your thinking. Do you know what this flame is? It's the Flame of Mythical Civilization, also known as the Three Sacred Piles!" Old Zhang greeted him.

Chen Yongjie was truly moved. He wanted to improve his cultivation level, but felt his understanding was insufficient. If he could be tempered in that kind of fire for several days, he might truly gain something. He was truly willing to risk everything for his cultivation.

"What Three Sacred Piles? What I see is clearly a bunch of ghosts, piles and clusters of them. Old Zhang, you're not being fair. This is Three Dreadful Piles, isn't it?!" Wang Xuan said.

At this moment, shadowy figures appeared near the three fires, men and women, old and young, all dancing around the three fires.

As for the three piles of flames, each contained a pale face, staring blankly at Zhang Daoling!

And just then, a beautiful woman dressed in ancient attire, like Innate God-Demon from countless ages ago, appeared in the ghostly realm. She was incredibly enthusiastic and reached out to grab Old Zhang's arm, inviting him to dance.

Wang Xuan's eyes widened immediately, and then he projected his mental image onto Chen Yongjie, letting him witness the truth together.

"Immortal Zhang is amazing! He's popular wherever he goes. People are even asking him to dance here!" Chen Yongjie praised, grimacing despite his pain.

Old Zhang remained expressionless, ignoring the woman, but the battered face in the fire glared at him with an unfriendly expression.

"Let's discuss the Dao! Who's afraid of who? Come on, I'm going all out! I'll sit here in seclusion for a year or two and wear you down!" Old Zhang slammed his fist on the ground!

At this moment, there were even more female Innate God-Demon around him, with graceful figures and silvery laughter, dancing around him and occasionally touching his face and neck.

"No wonder everyone wants to be called an ancestor; no one else gets this kind of treatment!" Old Chen exclaimed.

A female Innate God-Demon grabbed Old Zhang's hand, trying to pull him up so they could dance together.

At that moment, a young girl walked towards Wang Xuan and his group from the three campfires. Without touching the ground, she teleported directly in front of them to pull Wang Xuan away.

"Old Zhang, what have you done?!" Wang Xuan shouted, wondering why he had been targeted as well.

"Huh?!" Old Zhang was quite surprised and said, "It seems you really possess some extraordinary knowledge. Come over here quickly and discuss the scriptures with them!"

"I'm not going!" Wang Xuan was terrified. This female ghost could actually see him. He should know that he had not left his body.

The female ghost spirit stood tall and graceful, as if she had walked out of ancient times. She wore a crown and seemed to have a great background. Every frown and smile was full of charm and beauty.

Old Zhang looked at himself in the bronze mirror, stared at the surface, gasped, and said, "Holy crap, it's the King of the Night who's looking for you!"

"I..." Wang Xuan was furious. This incredibly young and stunningly beautiful woman was the King of the Three Ancient Fires of Civilization.

"Who are those three pale faces you're looking at?" Wang Xuan asked quickly.

"A collection of the Vanished spirits of the Three Dreadful Piles civilization," Old Zhang said, forcing himself to speak, his pale face getting closer and closer to meet his gaze.

There wasn't one, but three, all staring at him with cold, eerie eyes, making his primordial spirit somewhat unstable.

"Kid, you have something on you that's attracting them. Come over here, I'll give you something!" Zhang Daoling called out to him.

"What are the benefits?" Wang Xuan asked.

"What do you want?" Old Zhang asked in return.

"I want to kill that mysterious man wearing the Silver Mask!"

Old Zhang glared, this was truly unacceptable, and said, "What level are you at? The gap is quite large!"

"But you might be able to beat him!" Wang Xuan said, subtly asking him if he had any decrees, talismans, Forbidden Technique, etc. He offered to give him a stack of them so he could take down that mysterious man.

"What are you thinking about!" Old Zhang shook his head.

"Goodbye then!" Wang Xuan said, and he and Chen Yongjie were about to run away.

"Come here!" In the end, Old Zhang agreed and told the two of them that he could give them three talismans, "Mirror Light," "Yangping Seal," and "Dragon Tiger Sword." They could then throw them out directly, each equivalent to one of his attacks.

Wang Xuan readily agreed and happily followed the King of the Demons, even taking Old Chen along to "enlighten" him.

"I have an extraordinary scripture here, which can be described as unparalleled in the world, but the method of practicing it is too difficult. It requires a mental state that is slightly different from that of ordinary people, and it is best to have some kind of illness in order to master it," Wang Xuan said.

However, before he could finish speaking, Old Zhang's expression turned hostile, and he said, "Are you spying on me, using modern technology to control my every move?!"

Wang Xuan was puzzled and asked, "What's going on? What are you talking about? I've been in outer space the whole time, completely isolated from the outside world. How could I be monitoring you?"

Then, Old Zhang tossed him a diagnosis report.

Wang Xuan and Chen Yongjie huddled together, examined him closely, and both showed surprise. Old Zhang had been diagnosed as a level one Mental Illness patient.

Wang Xuan's expression was quite interesting. Finally, he sighed, "This Supreme Scriptures was truly born because of you; it was prepared especially for you!"

"Believe it or not, I'm even more ruthless than that mysterious man in the Silver Mask. I'll beat you to death right now!" Zhang Shen said with an unfriendly expression, feeling that the kid was insulting him.

"I'll give you a passage from the scripture first, and you can try to figure it out." Wang Xuan was very generous and gave him a passage of scripture meaning.

A moment later, Old Zhang was lost in thought, staring blankly, then annoyed, before immersing himself in the task again, actually studying it!

Soon, by the campfire, Wang Xuan and Old Chen were dragged by the creepy spirit to dance together. Wang Xuan grinned, feeling a little creeped out and uncomfortable.

In fact, not long after, Old Zhang also joined in, forced to dance the bonfire dance by the three pale-faced figures.

Only after joining in did Wang Xuan realize that everyone was chanting scriptures while dancing!

Meanwhile, at the entrance to this strange space, Fang Yuzhu, dressed in flawless white, arrived, revisiting the place she had long ago.