A Life-Size Puppet Obeys Like a Limb; Even the Better Chess Player Fears Unorthodox Moves

What a terrifying face!

In the Relics of the Gods, after Soul Reading produced a pop-up Dao Qiongchang, Xu Xiaoshou's first reaction was not to find an "X" and close the thing, but to shut down the entire Soul Reading interface.

"Outrageous!"

"Before Taizai Ci's soul, Gold-Corroding Kui's past, and the truth behind Bei Huai and the Ghost Beast's secret, there's a Dao Qiongchang blocking the way?"

"Could it be..."

Could it be that the world was one gigantic Dao Qiongchang, and even Bei Huai had unknowingly fallen for it—Dao outside, Dao within? "Frightened, Passive Value, +1."

He kept telling himself that he was no longer the Xu Xiaoshou of Qingyuan, and that the Relics of the Gods was no place Dao Qiongchang could enter and leave whenever he pleased.

On the contrary, he could use this face of his, use this cross-world exchange of gazes, to lure him into the trap.

Old Eight and the old Daoist both feared the strangeness of the Relics of the Gods...

As long as he dared come, Xu Xiaoshou dared lose, and then have the Lecherous Old Daoist lead Moon Fox to face the Saint-Infant Bearing Plant and the potentially altered Godslayer Official inheritance, opening up the Relics of the Gods...

After reaching this point in his thoughts, Xu Xiaoshou barely managed to calm his turbulent emotions, only to feel somewhat embarrassed.

How humiliating!

He had been scared by a face! Xu Xiaoshou, you were seriously embarrassing!

He swiftly vented his shame and irritation onto the white-haired, barefooted Lecherous Old Daoist before him.

"Are you sick? Why are you everywhere?"

Once he calmed down, his considerations broadened.

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly recalled that Dao Qiongchang no longer belonged to the Holy Spirit Hall. Like himself, he was now a wanted man.

Perhaps, in the