Then several unlucky guests cowering nearby were caught by the Wishfire. They quickly vanished into nothingness.
Chairs, carpets, famous paintings, the armor standing in the corner—even the walls and floors burned through beneath the Wishfire, as though everything had been drawn on paper. No, as though it had been captured on film...
In the blink of an eye, the entire castle was swallowed by flames. Yet no inferno raged skyward. Instead, a pitch-black hole burned through it.
Tang Changsheng could have walked out with ease. But after all the trouble Sun Wukong had taken to get inside Princess Iron Fan's stomach, how could he stop so easily?
With a smile, Tang Changsheng stepped into the Black Hole. The next moment, he appeared inside a dark, dilapidated house.
A red moon shone through the window. Behind him came an unusual sound.
Tang Changsheng sneered and opened the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp. Countless lurking spirits in the surrounding darkness shrieked and scattered. Even the ghostly claws reaching up through the floor began to smoke and withdrew...
"The same tiresome tricks again..." Tang Changsheng sneered. "Do you really think my Primordial Yang Divine Lamp can't burn them away?"
The Wishfire blazed, and the old house vanished within it. Even the world around him burned away. Then the ground disappeared beneath Tang Changsheng's feet, and he seemed to fall endlessly downward.
Far from alarmed, Tang Changsheng was delighted. Perhaps the one behind this had finally lost patience.
To his disappointment, however, he fell into yet another horrifying scene.
It was as though he had plunged into hell. Wailing Ghost Creatures were everywhere, along with rivers of red-hot lava.
"A living person..."
Countless suffering Ghost Creatures sensed the breath of the living and rushed toward Tang Changsheng.
Tang Changsheng's expression darkened further. "So the Wishfire