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Sun Yan never expected that he would witness the genuine Beast Creation Technique within California.

Looking at the little girl lying on his boat, swollen like a giant spectacle, Sun Yan took out the Soul-Calling Banner and gently waved it.

Soon, two hands erged from the water beside the boat, grasped the boat’s edge, and lightly climbed aboard, revealing a blonde girl in a long dress.

"What’s your na?" Sun Yan asked.

"Lina."

"Okay Lina, can you tell what happened to you? Why did you die here, and who was responsible for it?"

Upon hearing Sun Yan’s question, Lina’s soul visibly showed a trace of fear. She trembled and said, "I don’t know that man either, but from what the people around him said, they are from so Evil God Council."

"Evil God Council... How many of them are there?" Sun Yan continued to ask.

"Seven, no, five, maybe three, I can’t rember. They took so many people away, draining our blood every day, pouring it over a coffin. It’s terrifying, so terrifying."

Lina squatted down, holding her head in agony and growled in distress.

Upon hearing Lina ntion a coffin, Sun Yan couldn’t help but recall the photos Henry had shown him before.

Could there be a connection between these two events?

Those who dug the coffin out from underground in the 13th District and the boss who had Sess demolish the old house in the 13th District, are they actually the Evil God Council?

Sothing’s not right!

Sun Yan suddenly caught a crucial point. If the coffin Lina saw is the sa one as the one under the 13th District.

And the place where the coffin is buried in the 13th District is an old neighborhood with houses that have stood for decades.

Doesn’t this an Lina wasn’t killed recently, possibly not even belonging to this era?

Back then, the Evil God Council captured Lina and others, turning them into livestock with the Beast Creation Technique, and poured blood on the coffin for what purpose?

Sun Yan’s mind was in chaos for a mont, but it’s undeniable that a massive conspiracy involving the Evil God Council is absolutely present in Saint Anna City.

[Drowned Soul’s Wish: Wraith Lina still feels imnse pain even after death. The people who tornted her during her life make her anxious. If you can help her overco her heart demon and guide her to peace, you may receive a reward.]

Sun Yan scratched his head. Decades have passed now, even if those who perford the ritual were middle-aged then, they probably have one foot in the coffin now.

Where could he look to help Lina overco her heart demon, unless he targets the Evil God Council to find out their reasons for these deeds back then?

But such action is undoubtedly seeking death, even if Sun Yan walks the path of transforming dirt into divinity.

After all, the Evil God Council has been expanding their influence in North Arica for unknown years, their power intertwined and extending into various fields, attracting an untold number of experts.

Sun Yan wants to oppose the entire Evil God Council single-handedly, but he’s still sowhat unqualified.

Perhaps when the quality of the Monkey King and the Three Altar Sea Assembly Great God’s divine statues are elevated to Immortal Grade, he’d be able to test his ttle.

"You can stay on my boat for now, maybe soday I’ll have the chance to fulfill your wish." Sun Yan perford the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill, tossing a handful of Samadhi True Fla, burning Lina’s corpse clean.

And as the Samadhi True Fla burnt the boar skin, the whole piece suddenly trembled intensely, as if it were alive, shaking violently on the boat.

Suddenly, a ferocious human face erged from it, snarling at Sun Yan, "You broke my spell, you’re dead!"

The face floated directly out of the boar skin, lunging at Sun Yan’s face. Sun Yan sneered coldly, raised his weapon and stabbed forward.

The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade instantly pierced the face’s brow, how could re remnants of a soul withstand the power of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao’s magical treasure.

It imdiately fell into ashes, turning into blue smoke.

"The demon who perford the Beast Creation Technique all those years ago is still alive, it seems I’ve caught his attention."

Sun Yan looked at the wild boar skin gradually burnt into black cinders by the Samadhi True Fla, muttering to himself.

However, he wasn’t concerned about this, his parents were about to leave North Arica and return to their ho country. By that ti he’d be alone in California, with nothing to hold him back.

He wouldn’t need to worry about soone using his parents as leverage against him, allowing Sun Yan to act freely and boldly.

Currently, there are three Tomb Guardians in the graveyard, plus three cetery mbers who are not ordinary, and Sun Yan has completed the initial step of transforming dirt into divinity.

If he still encounters an enemy that threatens his life, then Sun Yan will accept his fate.

...

Sowhere in North Arica, a cave.

A natural hot spring suddenly bubbled significantly, and then an old head, resembling a skeleton, erged.

His long hair clung wet to his face, his eyes sunken, appearing endlessly eerie and frightening.

"Who exactly is that person, able to ruin my Beast Creation Technique? However, it no longer matters; the timing is right, that person should have been sacrificed and awakened."

The skeleton slowly crawled out of the hot spring, and his skin seed to cling to his bones, with his skeletal shape clearly visible.

However, in the next mont, as the person took a deep breath, it was as if he truly absorbed sothing into his body.

Soon his entire body began to rise, inflating rapidly, gradually morphing into the form of a normal middle-aged man.

Except that his appearance bore the marks of age and wear, his age definitely being no small matter.

When this person erged from the cave, two graceful youths, dressed as Daoist children holding dusters, imdiately approached with respectful bows and said: "Master, you have erged from your retreat."

"Yes, I have calculated the days, it’s ti for the Blood Coffin to erge and to bring back that envoy. Also..."

The middle-aged man frowned, speaking sternly: "The situation seems to have changed, you must quickly take people to the river where I sank the hundred beasts back then to investigate. If you discover a young man sitting on a boat with three eyes on his forehead, capture and bring him back."

"Understood."

"Wait a mont, that person is not weak and is of unknown origin. You must not underestimate him. Take half of the Eight Great Vajra, ensure there are no mishaps."

Upon hearing the middle-aged man specifically ntion the Eight Great Vajra, the two Daoist children couldn’t help but feel surprised.

"Master, is the situation really that serious?"

"That person can use spells. In this End of Dharma Era, where cultivation fails to cultivate mana, to still be able to perform Fire Manipulation Technique, is simply miraculous and must not be underestimated."

The middle-aged man took a worn Daoist robe from a nearby rock, put it over himself, casually using a wooden hairpin to secure his long hair, then stepped down the mountain.

Just below the mountain was a vast area enclosed by high walls and barbed wire.

Inside, nurous security personnel holding assault rifles and leading hounds were patrolling rigorously.

Several roofs within the area had ard helicopters stationed, with machine-gun turrets and anti-aircraft turrets on standby, resembling a small military base.

The middle-aged man descended the mountain, and the security personnel eting him enthusiastically pounded their hearts with their fists and loudly declared: "Greetings, Speaker!"

"Greetings, Speaker!"

"Hello, Speaker."

The middle-aged man held both hands behind his back, lightly nodding, his gait as if stepping on the wind, each step spanning four or five ters, truly resembling an immortal, leaving people in admiration.

Soon the middle-aged man arrived at the entrance of a dod building in the area, where he entered and saw more than a dozen black and white individuals dressed in camouflage battle uniforms sitting in the hall, fiercely arguing about sothing.

Upon noticing the middle-aged man entering from outside, the group imdiately ceased their quarrel and respectfully bowed.

"Speaker!"

"What happened?" The middle-aged man took the main seat, picked up a green apple on the table, and calmly asked.

"Speaker, the people on the Third Speaker’s side seem to have learned about the Blood Coffin situation. Just a short ti ago, they secretly had people act on the 13th District of Saint Anna City, demolishing nurous old houses and preparing to excavate, apparently targeting that Blood Coffin." A black man hurriedly stated despairingly.

The middle-aged man’s action of eating the apple halted instantly, his expression turned extrely cold.

"Oh? Soone dares to dig under my nose; it seems I’ve been retreating too quietly over these years."

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