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"Something's wrong!" Suddenly, Qingsu abruptly stopped. He looked up at the person.

"Sir, where are the others? Why are you alone?" He showed a look of vigilance in his eyes.

"The others are inside, I returned first to bring more people in." Zhang Rongfang quickly responded.

"May I ask if you have the Token from our Songhe Temple?" Qingsu asked solemnly.

"Is it this one?" Zhang Rongfang quickly took out a dark green square token from his waist, with a depiction of a crane spreading its wings ready to fly carved on it, and a large golden character "Zhang" in the middle.

Qingsu confirmed the token and the vigilance in his eyes immediately eased.

"Sorry, I was overly cautious."

"It's alright, quickly bring people to help, it can't be delayed!" Zhang Rongfang spoke in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

Qingsu quickly led people towards the canyon, and soon disappeared into it.

On the other side.

Puff.

Zhang Rongfang stopped, turned around, and glanced at the dozen or so panting old hunters behind him.

Everyone's faces were somewhat pale. After running wildly for over half an hour, only he with such cultivation and god-like physical strength could sustain without trouble.

"Something's not right, we've been running for so long, it's impossible not to have reached the canyon entrance... So, something must be affecting us..."

He looked at Song Xinye and the others.

"Sir, we've encountered ghost walls in the forests before. At such times, we usually blindfold and keep walking forward. Don't be afraid to bump into walls, just go with it. Then everyone follows the blindfolded person, and we can walk out of the predicament!"

An old hunter suggested.

Zhang Rongfang was also encountering such godly phenomena for the first time.

Unlike the tangible gods and martial artists, the divine presence was elusive, and no one has ever truly encountered a physical entity.

For a moment, he had no good solution.

"We can give it a try."

Immediately, that old hunter volunteered, blindfolded, leading the way.

Everyone followed him, mimicking his steps.

But after trying for over ten minutes.

Aside from bumping his head, the old hunter had no success.

The group could only stay in their original spot.

Swish!

Suddenly, there was a soft sound.

Zhang Rongfang took out a communication firework from his waist, lit it, and sent it skyward.

Boom.

The firework exploded, vaguely illuminating much of the mist.

"Even the fireworks are useless?" Zhang Rongfang furrowed his brows.

He had a foreboding feeling that if this continued, Qingsu at the canyon entrance might bring people in for search and rescue, and by then... they might sink deeper!

"You stay here and wait for me." He looked around, and from the right mountain wall, extended a hand and stabbed.

Pssst.

His hand and forearm surprisingly pierced into the rock wall, like a nail driven in.

Then he stabbed upwards with the other hand, similarly piercing the rock wall.

In this manner, Zhang Rongfang quickly climbed the rock wall.

After climbing for ten minutes, he suddenly felt off, looked upwards.

The top was still shrouded in fog.

And below.

Beneath was the same endless sea of fog.

He was just hanging in midair, unable to climb up or descend.

'With my speed, even a three-thousand meter rock wall should've reached the top, but now, it's still nowhere in sight.'

Zhang Rongfang recalled estimating the rock wall's height on both sides of the canyon before coming.

It shouldn't be this high.

Immediately, he swiftly withdrew his arms and let his body fall swiftly.

Every so often, he thrust his arms out to slow the fall.

Boom!

He returned to the ground.

And Song Xinye and the others, as expected, had disappeared again....

"I don't believe this!" Zhang Rongfang felt a bit suffocated. For so long, he hadn't seen a single shadow, and the people he brought had scattered.

His hand slowly touched the larger pouch on his lower back.

"I advise you not to act rashly." Suddenly, a tired male voice came from behind Zhang Rongfang.

"Who!?" Zhang Rongfang quickly turned around. Through the mist, he could only see a faint outline of a person rapidly approaching him.

This eerie mist completely obstructed his powerful sensory perception. Even his dark vision couldn't penetrate through.

"I'm Xue Tong." The person stopped five meters away from Zhang Rongfang.

"I was attracted by your firework just now. Truth be told, it has been many years since anyone new came in here."

"What do you mean? Is it difficult to enter here?" Zhang Rongfang carefully observed the person through the mist.

The man who calls himself Xue Tong is just over 1.7 meters tall, with long hair messily draping down his back like carrying a black blanket.

His clothes are visibly dirty and torn, having not been sewn or washed for a long time.

Just getting closer, Zhang Rongfang could smell a stench.

That was the foul odor of excrement, urine, and sweat mixed with the musty smell of off clothes.

"Who are you?" Xue Tong was also sizing up Zhang Rongfang at this time, "Why did you come in here? I remember instructing a long time ago that no strangers were allowed in here."

"I'm Zhang Ying, living near Wushan Prefecture. I heard about the oddities in this canyon, so I brought people over to investigate, but didn't expect...."

Zhang Rongfang briefly introduced himself.

"You shouldn't have brought people in here.... Besides, you shouldn't have been able to come in logically...." Xue Tong shook his head. "Now it's good, you can't get out, and it's even harder for me to get out. The more people there are, the stronger her power...."

"Her power? Who is she?" Zhang Rongfang frowned. Clearly, this person in front was not a simple character.

"She is just her, Wish Girl, some also call her Manata. A secret cult's secret god eradicated many years ago." Xue Tong simply answered.

"Really... there is a god?!"

Zhang Rongfang squinted his eyes, although he had always suspected, being able to hear it from someone else's mouth at this moment, he could feel a peculiar shock.

"Of course.... I used to write books on this subject when I was in the Great Dao Teaching, unfortunately.... something happened at that time, I was calculated by others and trapped here...." Xue Tong sighed.

"I reflected for a long time. I felt that I hadn't learned many things, about human nature, about things, so.... I changed my name to Xue Tong...."

"Great Dao Teaching?" Zhang Rongfang was stunned; he hadn't expected to encounter a sect person here?

And judging by the looks, the other party had been trapped here for many years.

"Dare I ask which branch of the Great Dao Teaching does this Dao brother belong to?" Zhang Rongfang was half-believing in his heart; he quickly formed seals with both hands, posing two special hand seals unique to the Cultivation of Literature.

"Eh?" Xue Tong was suddenly taken aback and quickly followed, forming hand seals, which just happened to be the continuation of Zhang Rongfang's seals.

"Are you really from the Great Dao Teaching!?" He suddenly revealed an expression of surprise.

Zhang Rongfang was also delighted.

"Junior Daoist Zhang Ying of Celestial Treasure Palace! Greetings, senior! My master is Yue Dewen, may I ask your Dao title?"

Since they were from the same sect, quickly building a connection was the right move.

"Daoist?" Xue Tong suddenly stepped closer, revealing a face that Zhang Rongfang found unusually familiar.

The face was full of astonishment.

"How could your master be Yue Dewen?! That's impossible!"

Zhang Rongfang vaguely felt something was amiss.

But he quickly responded. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"I was taken under the master's wing a few years ago, and this fact is well known within the sect. It's undeniably true. If you don't believe, you can casually verify the details of the Great Dao Teaching's numerous messages."

"I said impossible, it's impossible!" Xue Tong refuted firmly, "Whoever your master is, it could be anyone, but it absolutely can't be Yue Dewen!"

"Why is it impossible?" Zhang Rongfang was somewhat displeased. "When I took my vows, the entire Celestial Treasure Palace was witness, even his Majesty, the Spirit Emperor of Great Capital Spirit Court, acknowledged it. How can you say it's impossible?"

"Nobody in this world is more qualified to say that than me." Xue Tong spoke in a deep voice.

"Why?!" Zhang Rongfang suddenly felt uneasy.

"Because." Xue Tong stepped forward again. His eyes at that moment overlapped with some inexplicable pair of eyes.

"I am Yue Dewen!"

He exclaimed, his eyes bright.

"Impossible!!" Zhang Rongfang exclaimed decisively, his face now showing a hint of displeasure. "Since you know my master's name, you should know he is currently the Sect Leader of the Great Dao Teaching. Leading the sect for decades, he is highly meritorious.

If you dare to insult my master again, don't blame me for not being courteous to you!"

Xue Tong looked at him, his eyes inexplicably showing strands of a peculiar color.

"Years ago, I personally killed Moon King of the Sensing Sect, and then a mysterious person led me to the secret land, where I was severely wounded in a fight with Wish Girl Spirit General, afterward trapped here. Seventy springs have passed in a blink. Since you say your master is Yue Dewen, do you have evidence?"

"Evidence?" Zhang Rongfang felt a tremor in his heart.

To prove your master is indeed the master, where would he find evidence?

"I have evidence!" Xue Tong raised his voice suddenly.

"Do you know Jade Void Palace's Jin Yuyan!?" He spoke loudly.

"Yes, she is the junior master-uncle!" Zhang Rongfang quickly replied.

"Seventy years ago, before the battle with Moon King, I was still the Sect Leader. At that time, she was in despair and couldn't completely achieve the Extreme Realm, disheartened, seeking my help. I agreed to help her, but with one condition."

Xue Tong fell into reminiscence, his face peaceful, faintly emitting the scholarly aura of a well-learned person.

"I made an agreement with her."

"An agreement?"

"Indeed, if you have the chance to go out, you can ask her one question. No matter who is the current Sect Leader, they would never know about this." Xue Tong stated solemnly.

"If you still don't believe, I know all Cultivation of Literature and Martial Arts of the Great Dao Teaching. You can question anything, I can solve here."

Zhang Rongfang was already somewhat confused at this moment.

But regardless of the current being Yue Dewen or not, he who treats him well is indeed true.

So....

His thoughts quickly cleared.

That's right, he doesn't care if his master's identity is true or false, the one who truly treats and protects him is the Yue Dewen outside, not this Xue Tong in front.

So what difference does it make whether it's true or false?

"Do you feel that truth or falsehood also doesn't matter?" Xue Tong suddenly spoke, seeming to see through his thoughts.

"But have you considered." His expression was forlorn, tone melancholic, "Back then, I personally killed Moon King, broke him into black dust scattered unseen. So he couldn't be Moon King.

And I've been trapped here for years. Then…. right now, who exactly is the one in Celestial Treasure Palace?"