The thought settled, and Chen Cuo wasted no time. He strode forward.
Boom!
As he took that step, the entire Mansion ahead began to shake!
The figure seated deep within it sprang to its feet. Its body swelled, and in the blink of an eye it became a giant towering between heaven and earth, clad in armor and a battle helm.
Its ever-changing face peeled away layer by layer. Even before the faces reached the ground, they condensed into complete figures: old and young, stout and thin, some burly, others scholarly and refined.
Chen Fangtai's figure was among them.
Whatever they looked like, once they fell, they desperately tried to burrow back into the armored giant. Every face brimmed with urgency and longing!
After all those faces peeled away, only a Bronze Ghost Mask remained on the giant's face. Its hollow eyes stared at Chen Cuo.
Wisps of Incense Smoke Aura drifted from every part of the giant's body.
The figures scrambled to grab at the Incense Smoke Aura. Whenever one caught even a little, they sucked it into their bellies with all their might, then looked utterly intoxicated.
But most of the Incense Smoke Aura surged toward Chen Cuo, strand by strand, like threads seeking to wrap around him.
Its sweet, delectable scent assailed Chen Cuo's senses and Divine Sense, trying to draw him into its spell.
"Oh? This Painted Skin of Authority actually wants to beguile me and turn me into a puppet too? Interesting, interesting. Let's see what sort of path your Dao follows!"
Chen Cuo laughed, then opened his mouth wide and inhaled without restraint!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A gale rose. The wisps winding toward him turned into raging whirlwinds and poured into his belly!
In a daze, he seemed to see a vast scene: at