Netherworld, left bank of the long river.
To Chen Xu, the Netherworld was as familiar as his own backyard.
Yet, for any newcor, the Netherworld was almost synonymous with horror.
The Red-clothed Daoist had a considerable cultivation, having just entered Core Formation.
However, back when Chen Xu was rely in the ridian Passage Realm, he could already kill an Evil Cultivator, a fake River God, in the Core Formation Realm.
Now his cultivation was innurable tis higher than before, and this Red-clothed Daoist could hardly pose a threat in his hands.
The reason it took so effort to capture him earlier was primarily due to the peculiar nature of that secret chamber, which offered much support to the Red-clothed Daoist.
Now, freed from that chamber, Chen Xu realized how pitifully weak the Red-clothed Daoist was.
He threw him to the ground, and before he could do anything, the ever-present chaotic mist of the Netherworld surged toward the Red-clothed Daoist.
In the mist, accompanied by endless whispering voices.
Like unending drizzle, noisy and complex, more like demonic sounds piercing the ear, disturbing the mind.
"Hate! I hate! I really hate..."
"You deceived , you deceived again, you liar! Why isn’t it you who died?"
"Celestial Venerable above, rid this evil!"
Chaotic demonic sounds, initially cluttered and disorderly.
The Red-clothed Daoist lay on the ground, a terrified expression of shock on his face.
"Where is this? Th-This is the Netherworld?"
"Get, get away! Damn thing, re ghost dares to disrupt my Dao Heart? See my Mystical Gourd, collecting you ghosts into boundless Purgatory!"
As he spoke, he opened his mouth and imdiately spat out a thumb-sized dark red exquisite gourd.
The gourd grew with the wind, and as it was about to land in the Red-clothed Daoist’s hand, it had transford to a normal gourd size.
He landed with a roll, grabbed the gourd with one hand, and glanced back at Chen Xu, intending to distance himself from Chen Xu first.
Unexpectedly, upon turning back, a faceless shadow had appeared in the mist at so unknown ti.
That shadow appeared abruptly, sticking close to the Red-clothed Daoist’s face, its featureless pale white face emitting a voice identical to his.
"Who are you? What’s your na?"
The Red-clothed Daoist’s hand holding the gourd froze, and his mouth involuntarily responded:
"I-I am a Mage of infinite calamity and formless life under the Celestial Venerable, tasked to manage the thirty-sixth Longevity Pill Furnace of the first group.
I possess Great Magical Power, great rit, transforming human greed, anger, ignorance, helping them overco distress to ascend to the fairyland early.
I..."
He continued to recite his identity, speaking until blood flowed from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, yet he was oblivious to it.
The faceless shadow close to him only quietly questioned:
"You are an infinite calamity and formless life Mage; this is your Dharma na, your codena.
Yet, your na... your original na, what was it?"
The quiet voice seed to co from another end of space and ti, burrowing into his heart and divine soul through his bleeding mouth and nose.
Unconsciously awakening his ancient mories.
That was every road he’d travelled.
He opened his mouth, his voice faint and trembling slightly:
"My, my na, my original na is... is Lin, Lin Ji-chang?"
He seed unsure that his original na was Lin Ji-chang, his tone imbued with hesitation, with questioning, with deep reminiscence.
Instead, as he dug into those old mories, to confirm his na: "Yes, I’m called Lin Ji-chang..."
The faceless shadow close to him questioned:
"Are you really nad Lin Ji-chang? If you are Lin Ji-chang, then who am I?"
The Red-clothed Daoist was taken aback, following his words: "Who are you?"
"I am Lin Ji-chang." The faceless shadow laughed, although it had no features, its pale white face seed to be smiling now.
"I’m Lin Ji-chang, I am Lin Ji-chang... I am, haha..."
As it laughed, the faceless shadow plunged into the head of the Red-clothed Daoist!
Yes, the two heads collided without any physical rejection, the faceless shadow like an unreal projection, directly rging into the Red-clothed Daoist.
From the head, to the body, to the limbs.
Just as most of the faceless shadow had rged into the Red-clothed Daoist’s body, seemingly about to fully occupy him.
Chen Xu, who had been watching the scene, suddenly extended his hand to perform the Spirit Manipulation Technique, making a dragging motion from afar to gently pull back the head of the faceless shadow.
Of course, Chen Xu wasn’t trying to save the Red-clothed Daoist.
He just had many questions to ask from the Red-clothed Daoist, hence prepared to tear the shadow apart and reward this Red-clothed Daoist with a Truth Discerning Talisman.
Given the man’s current weak state, one Truth Discerning Talisman should suffice to make him speak the truth.
And if one was not enough, that’s no problem; Chen Xu could anyti draw ten, a hundred Truth Discerning Talismans.
Apart from the All Things Transformation Talisman, the Truth Discerning Talisman was considered the second miraculous item among the talents mastered by Chen Xu.
However, just as Chen Xu was about to pull the shadow’s head out of the Red-clothed Daoist’s head, an unexpected change occurred.
The Red-clothed Daoist suddenly opened his eyes wide, regaining montary clarity.
He shouted: "How dare a body-devouring ghost harm your Dao Lord ! Little ghost perish..."
Amidst his shout, he raised the dark red gourd in his hand and yelled: "Body-devouring ghost, get in!"
Whoosh!
The gourd flew up, with its small mouth facing himself, abruptly emitting enormous suction.
The Red-clothed Daoist scread, his body imdiately transforming into a streak of stream and flew into the gourd instantly.
Leaving only the faceless shadow behind, with features dimly erging on its face.
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