After Gu Hui killed the Beast God, he returned to his usual state. Two years soon passed.
The world, too, enjoyed two rare years of peace.
During those two years, Zhang Xiaofan made a trip to Heavenly Sound Temple. There, he saw Puzhi's remains, and his heart was finally cleansed. Having let go of his obsession, he received the baptism of Buddhist teachings. His Buddhist, Daoist, and demonic arts merged seamlessly, his cultivation advanced greatly, and he entered the Taiqing Realm.
Meanwhile, at the Ghost King Sect's headquarters deep within Fox Qishan, a world-shaking upheaval that had been brewing for a long time was quietly drawing back its final curtain.
Deep within Fox Qishan, a massive altar built from the blood and souls of countless living beings had finally taken shape.
The altar was dark red, carved with countless twisted, savage runes. It exuded a nauseating stench of blood and towering resentment.
Four enormous stone pillars stood around the altar. Bound atop them by secret arts were four origins radiating terrifying auras—the remnant soul of Zhulong, wreathed in brown lightning; the radiant golden essence of Yellow Bird's God Blood; Taotie's ever-twisting, writhing devouring core; and Black Serpent's ghostly blue, bone-piercing blood of utmost yin chill!
The Four Spirits Origin had gathered here!
Ghost King Wan Renwang stood at the very center of the altar, dressed in a dark golden robe embroidered with coiling dragons.
His face was slightly distorted by excitement and ambition, while his eyes burned with near-mad fervor.
He had plotted for decades for this day, paying countless prices. He had even been willing to seek a tiger's skin, using every force he could exploit!
He suddenly raised both hands and formed an ancient, evil hand seal!
As the seal moved, all of Fox Qishan seemed to come