Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Ghosts, monsters, and powerful cultivators charged into the flickering past and vanished without a trace.
The bald Wutian and Lian Wuji clapped in delight. "What a bunch of fools!"
"Once they're dead, we can take our time looking for the Daoist Scriptures."
At that moment, a few weaker ghosts and monsters had been slower to charge in. Hearing the two men's words, one of them, a creature resembling a dog-headed man, flew into a rage.
"You bastards! You actually schemed against me? I'll kill you!"
As they spoke, they turned and charged at Wutian and Lian Wuji.
These two were ruthless characters themselves.
When they saw the monsters charging at them, they immediately rubbed their hands together and unleashed streaks of thunder and fire.
The thunder and fire roared, turning into shock waves that forcibly blasted the monsters into the area.
The monsters disappeared, and the two men rejoiced. Then they craned their necks expectantly, waiting for the ghost-god statues to emerge before slowly searching for the Mysterious Daoist Scriptures.
But just after they blasted the last few monsters into the region of remembered history, the region suddenly expanded.
In an instant, it engulfed them both.
Wutian and Lian Wuji wailed, "We're doomed!"
The next instant, the remembered past dragged them in.
Meanwhile, the ghost-god statues grew ever clearer. Around them, small statues in the shapes of monsters, cultivators, and other living beings faintly emerged.
A closer look revealed that these small statues were all the monsters, cultivators, and other beings who had charged inside.
Within the remembered past:
Beneath blue skies and white clouds, towers and courtyards stood in rows, and strange stone pagodas rose from the ground.
Wang Quan looked around and saw many boys and girls.
Some were dueling with spells, some were