A Spark of True Spirit Falls into My Hand; From This Day, the Incense Offerings Shall No Longer Be Divided [Third Update]

"...He crept to the window and peered inside. There he saw a hideous ghost, its face green and its jagged teeth like saw blades!"

Onstage, the storyteller spoke with animated relish. He had reached the part where the Wang-Surnamed Scholar, following the Daoist's advice, returned home and peered inside, only to see the Evil Ghost's true face!

The storyteller's voice rose and fell with every turn, accompanied by the sharp twang of the pipa player's strings. His quickening pace seized the audience's emotions, leaving them on tenterhooks. Even those who knew the story found themselves drawn in.

But just then!

Boom!

Fire erupted from a private room.

Everyone jumped!

A wave of heat swept over them. They turned toward the sound in alarm and saw splinters flying, flames surging, and Chen Cuo leaping high into the air.

"Gather!"

Chen Cuo spoke a single word. The Human Thought filling the room was dragged toward him, and everyone's mind went hazy.

Boom!

An explosion rang out backstage, followed by several screams. Then a huge ghostly head burst through the curtain, its face green and its fangs bared as it flew through the air!

Streams of purplish-black smoke spread from it!

The crowd dissolved into chaos. Everyone screamed and fled in all directions!

Their thoughts, however, were pulled toward the ghostly head!

"Push me any further, and everyone dies!"

The enormous head flew overhead. Dense Black Fog poured from within it, while a vast, powerful will spread swiftly through the area around Zhou. Wherever it passed, it seemed to drape the room in black gauze.

“Black and White World, inside and outside exchanged; hearts overturned, above and below switched, front and back reversed!”

The Evil Ghost's words became whispers that lingered by every ear and seeped into every heart.

Then strands of Human