The First Trial: Flesh Mountain Pounces on the City (End)

Sun Dongyang rode a paper donkey, clip-clopping his way to the north city gate.

Unlike the west, which only had to contend with demonic monsters, the north gate was the true battlefield between Red Abyss and the demonic path. Divine abilities and Dao arts collided head-on, while cold, bizarre silver mist blanketed the battlefield.

After leaving the protection of the "Glazed Shield," Sun Dongyang lingered at the edge of the silver mist, not daring to enter rashly.

"This should be one segment of the Northern Dipper Formation, right? The Northern Dipper governs death, while the Southern Dipper records life. These two stellar formations echo each other from north to south, and their Life-and-Death Law accords with the principles of yin and yang. Whoever arranged this formation must be an expert deeply versed in yin-yang Dao arts."

He cautiously had the paper donkey walk forward.

Drip—drip—

The silver mist touched the donkey and immediately soaked it, reverting it to a damp talisman paper. The tiny thread of spiritual power infused into the paper vanished without a trace.

Sun Dongyang's expression turned solemn. After lowering his head in thought for a moment, he promptly turned and bowed toward Profound Origin City.

"Sir, the Paper-Aspect Art you taught me is useless here. Please grant me a mount so that I may pass through."

The air carried the howling of wind, yet no human voice answered.

Sun Dongyang added, "It would be a small matter if something happened to this student, but if I were to damage your reputation or obstruct this calamity of attacking the city, that would be a grave sin."

Before long, laughter drifted through the wind. "Paper-Aspect Art is one of the Creation Secret Arts. Your skill is lacking, so how can you blame others? Very well. I shall grant