The darkness grew heavier and heavier.
Gu Qingshan remained unconscious, yet through his dreams, he sensed the surroundings gradually growing brighter.
He had no idea what had happened, but suddenly, a world appeared around him.
He found himself lying on an altar.
Below the altar, seven or eight devils were struggling, bound fast in shackles.
When the devils saw the King of Pain, they immediately fell into utter terror.
They twisted their bodies with all their might, trying to break free of their shackles.
But in the next instant, a cold voice rang out:
"It is your honor to offer up your souls to heal the King of Pain's injuries."
The voice fell silent.
The devils' bodies crumbled into dust, and their souls flew up to the altar, gathering in midair into a dark-gray rune before vanishing completely into the King of Pain's body.
In an instant, the King of Pain's injuries were completely healed.
He opened his eyes, his face dark with anger.
The voice spoke again:
"How do you feel?"
The King of Pain said, "I let my guard down. I didn't expect my opponent to summon an entity from the Holy Realm just before dying."
He rose from the altar and walked down, step by step, without looking to either side.
This was a Secret Chamber.
Three people stood opposite the altar.
On the left was a woman dressed in casual clothes; on the right was a child.
The one standing in the middle was gaunt, with a head of white hair. He wore an oversized samurai robe, and a long saber hung at his waist.
—He was an alert, vigorous old man.
The King of Pain walked straight up to him and knelt on one knee. "Miracle Lord, I've completed my mission."
The old man stood