"I stopped it."
"But not for long."
"This vicious ghost is far more terrifying than I imagined."
"It entered the Mountain God Temple to kill me and disrupt the ritual. After I jumped onto the statue, it might have discovered some kind of affinity between itself and the statue, and wanted to merge with it."
"Just as I thought."
"This vicious ghost and the source of the Mountain God Temple are very likely one and the same!"
"Knocking on the door."
"Smashing the door."
"Ramming the door."
"They also represent its three forms, each more powerful than the last."
Jiang Qiao's gaze was grave.
He quietly waited for the vicious ghost's next move. As things stood, he could only counter whatever it threw at him and play a game of hit-and-run.
Stove Fire was powerful.
But it was only first order, after all.
It had its limits.
Against this terrifying vicious ghost, even it was struggling to cope.
Meanwhile.
After failing to infiltrate the statue, the vicious ghost stood motionlessly on the statue's hand seal, where the coffin had originally rested.
It showed no emotion.
Of course.
Based on Jiang Qiao's experience, this vicious ghost probably had no self-awareness and acted entirely on instinct.
And precisely because of that.
He could keep maneuvering around it.
Suddenly.
Just as Jiang Qiao was considering what the vicious ghost might do next, a strange sensation welled up within him.
It was as though...
His taut nerves had found some kind of release in an instant.
As that sensation emerged.
He abruptly realized.
He seemed to have established a connection with a vast, boundless world of empty nothingness.
He still stood where he was.
Yet he felt as though he had taken flight, soaring high into the sky, up into the heavens. As he