Fang Chen glanced around, then asked the old man, "Senior, how do I pass the third trial?"
Fang Chen knew that if this old man was the Guardian of the Mad Demon Cave, he should know how to leave its third level.
The old man slowly rose to his feet. "The third trial of the Mad Demon Cave isn't complicated. See the road ahead of you? Follow it to the end, and you'll pass."
"That's all?"
Fang Chen's eyes narrowed. The old man made it sound easy, but Fang Chen suspected it was anything but.
He stood and walked toward the broad road ahead.
The moment his foot touched a stone slab, countless red Runes appeared beneath him, and a crushing pressure bore down on his body.
Rumble!
The entire space shook. Tombs split open, and vengeful ghosts crawled out of them, shrieking as they lunged at Fang Chen with claws bared.
Their cries pierced his ears. Fang Chen's head immediately began to spin.
He summoned the Floating Immortal Sword and slashed at a ghost flying toward him.
Hiss!
The Floating Immortal Sword cut through the ghost. It vanished into a cloud of black mist, which plunged straight into Fang Chen's body.
The mist surged through his meridians and into his mind. It rushed at his Soul Origin, wrapped around it, and began Devouring it.
An intense tearing pain ripped through Fang Chen's soul. He could not hold back a scream.
Just then, the Floating Immortal Sword trembled. Golden Spiritual Power poured into Fang Chen's body, traveled through his meridians into his mind, and charged straight toward his soul.
As his soul absorbed the golden Spiritual Power, it burst into brilliant White Light. The black mist dissolved beneath its radiance, and Fang Chen felt his spirits surge. He swung the