I burned through a stack of communication talismans at the fastest speed possible, and Grandma made the same move, her hands just as swift. It was clear that both she and I were seasoned veterans, knowing how to recite the communication talisman's incantation and transmit the message with the most concise technique...
But after the sinkhole collapsed, dust erupted in an instant, blotting out the sky and covering the surrounding area. Grandma and I were immediately enveloped in smoke. When we looked behind us, all we could see was dust billowing through the air. Yet in the darkness, a faint red light shone down from above, as if something were descending. If our guess was correct, that had to be the Great God of the Dao Lineage descending into the mortal world.
Sure enough, before we had gone very far, groups of ghosts appeared in the smoke-shrouded area. At first, they drifted and wandered about randomly, but once the red light grew blazing, they all faced in one direction, their expressions solemn and sincere, and began kneeling toward the red light. When Grandma and I saw those eerie kneeling postures, astonishment filled our eyes. Prostrating themselves with all five limbs on the ground was naturally beyond the scope of reverence—it was blind worship.
The prostrating worshippers soon stood up and began clearing away the thick fog, cleaning up ruin after ruin. Seeing this, Grandma and I no longer dared to linger and began flying wildly toward the mouth of the pit. Even the distance within which the Heaven Eye could reach no longer revealed what was happening over there.
"Grandma, what do you think they're doing? What role is Zhou Qiping playing in all this?" I was filled with suspicion, but I still had no idea what these crooked and