The Eight-Armed Freak's face was full of panic. His eyes widened in disbelief.
Patriarch Dixiang casually plucked the falling talisman paper from the air, held it between two fingers, and blew gently. The paper burst into flame without a spark.
"Where in this world was there ever a White Dragon Cave? And when did a Yellow Springs Corpse-Controlling Scripture ever exist?"
"The art you learned claims to revive those who came before and put them to work for you. In truth, it is nothing more than a sacrificial art that trades your own Primordial Spirit for another's soul."
A smile appeared on his flawless face. "I should thank you."
Patriarch Dixiang drew in a deep, greedy breath. "You brought me back to the mortal world."
Chains suddenly shot out from the Eerie Gate and bound the Eight-Armed Freak tight.
The Eight-Armed Freak roared, "What... what have you done? What are you doing?!"
He struggled against the unyielding chains and cried in panic, "I offered you a sacrifice! Why are you taking me?"
A voice drifted from behind the gate. "I already warned you once."
"Besides, Lord Dixiang is an honored guest of our Strange Kingdom."
The Eight-Armed Freak was dragged through the vermilion Eerie Gate in abject terror. His eyes darted about in panic as he saw one spectral being after another staring fixedly at him from beyond it.
The middle-aged man bowed respectfully toward the vermilion Eerie Gate. "Thank you for your assistance this time, Great Prefect."
"Lord Dixiang, do not forget your agreement with the Strange Kingdom."
The middle-aged man smiled faintly. "Of course."
The vermilion gate closed once more.
Only Patriarch Dixiang, the Devil Lord of All Living, and you remained.
From beginning to end, the Devil Lord of All Living had shown no reaction to his