The [Dancing Shadow Wall] was an enormous wall. Even Lin Feng could not discern just how tall or vast it was.
Looking up, he found it forbidding and chilling.
Darkness seemed to be brewing across the face of the [Dancing Shadow Wall].
Vast and dark, it resembled a Mirror cleaved apart by someone's immense magic, reflecting all things.
"It doesn't matter if it shines on you. This isn't actually a Mirror. Images appear on it at certain times, and once they do, we'll either die or be injured."
The old Daoist spoke breathlessly.
That crimson cloud had nearly exhausted all his vital essence, energy, and spirit. He looked at Lin Feng and said, "Be careful. Don't deliberately look at this thing, but don't deliberately avoid looking at it either.
Treat it normally. It isn't time for the dancing to appear yet.
That happens around the hour of the Pig. That's still a long way off."
Lin Feng: "..."
He felt somewhat troubled.
Mainly because, now that the old man had said that, he could hardly treat it normally.
The more someone told him not to look,
the more he wanted to look.
The old Daoist motioned for him to pause here, indicating that it was safe.
"For now, we're safe here. As long as no one is dancing inside it, no ghosts or Gods will come near. After all, this thing..."
He looked at the mirrorlike Shi wall with a complicated expression and said no more.
As he spoke, the old Daoist indicated that he intended to stuff the female ghost Lin Feng carried on his back into Lin Feng's body.
Lin Feng gestured for him to go ahead.
The old Daoist drew a deep breath, gripped the Three Pure Bells, and drove them hard into his own body.
This