Li Xin formed the Immovable Ming King Hand Seal, and his mind instantly cleared. Accompanied by a loud shout—this time, a chilling muffled sound emerged within the mist beyond what was usually a spiritual ability reaction. A golden die spun, and a massive golden silhouette seemed to pierce through the mist as though it was appearing behind Li Xin. Golden light enveloped Li Xin.

At this moment, Li Xin looked around again—not at the mist, but at numerous ghostly phantoms with varying shapes that clawed and entwined around him. Some tendrils wrapped around him and Simmons, pulling and roaring in excitement...

Shit!

Li Xin shivered instinctively, every hair on his body standing upright. Just as he thought he had moved, he hadn't actually moved at all—it was merely a thought. Under the Immovable Ming King Seal's protection, all specters were excluded, and the spiritual ability rope began truly retracting. This golden rope was their only link to the Holy Land. If it weren't for the Immovable Ming King Seal driving away those ghosts, the rope would have been eroded completely.

Under the golden light's radiance, Simmons was pulled back to Li Xin's side. The two seemed to have lost their bearings, drifting in the endless void. Under the Immovable Ming King Seal's protection, Li Xin regained his perception and identified the exit. Though unseen, the spiritual ability rope was retracting, and the surge within the mist became fiercer; something was rushing towards them.

Li Xin perceived no good in this eerie place—the golden spiritual ability rope ascended rapidly, yet even without having fallen long, it felt like an endless abyss. Regardless of the thoughts, they could not halt.

Perhaps sensing Li Xin's imminent departure from the mist, a deep voice surrounded him from all directions within the obscure space, "You've come, at last! Wait for me, I can bring you back to Earth~~~ Let's go home together..."

The echo of that eerie voice reverberated closer, uncontrollably pouring into Li Xin's mind. In an instant, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and the previously ascending spiritual ability rope halted—suspending the two mid-air like locusts on a thread amid the boundless phantom mist.

Li Xin gritted his teeth fiercely, cursing the entity with invective; this ghostly being, with its indistinct gender, spoke in awkwardly accented Chinese, transformed in this moment from familiar and warm into something that made Li Xin's hair stand on end. Gripping his teeth tightly, his fingers curled inward.

"Array!"

The nine-word mantra was his ultimate reliance and protective charm in this realm. Though Li Xin was unsure why he possessed it, he felt an intuition connecting it to his arrival in this world—a mystery that eluded his memory, triggering intense headaches upon excessive contemplation.

Executing the Inner Binding Seal, a golden apparition enveloped the duo, causing them to hover independently within the Mist World, isolated from the specters. Around them, the phantoms suddenly lost their target, becoming forlorn. The eerie sounds were isolated too, and Li Xin regained mobility.

With a determined bite, Li Xin exerted force, instantly stretching the spiritual ability rope. The golden die continued spinning; Li Xin abandoned all distractions—faster, faster!

The surrounding churn intensified, swaying uncontrollably as if trying to shake Li Xin down. Blood trickled freely, yet Li Xin no longer cared, securing Simmons with one hand. Simmons, typically an imposing young master, remained immobilized like a tormented quail.

Below the abyss, a massive claw composed of countless phantoms roiled, reaching for Li Xin and Simmons above—a multitude of faces squeezed and twisted together into a large human visage.

"Wait for me... wait for me... wait~~ for~~ me~~~~~"

Though appearing endless, under the Inner Binding Seal and Immovable Ming King Seal's protection, Li Xin sensed nearing the end. Yet the huge claw had drawn extremely close, eagerly converging; the human visage distorted as nearby specters were absorbed into the ghost claw, becoming part of it.

Just when Li Xin thought he would escape, the spiritual ability rope ceased moving—unable to pull further. Damn! Something was obstructing them—despite being right before them, separated by a thin membrane yet as if spanning two worlds.

By then, the gigantic ghost claw brimming with tendrils grew thrilled, the claw's face split open in a grin: "Finally... I've caught you..."

An overpowering force enveloped Li Xin and Simmons—not a matter of strength variance but an expanse of hierarchy. This represented the genuine secret extraordinary power within Dao Yuan realm.

Throughout, Li Xin had strived to avoid encountering vast secret organizations. Though traversing worlds, occasionally flaunting, Li Xin mostly remained prudent—lying low successfully for long. He hadn't expected to die here.

Li Xin glanced at Simmons, his mouth curling in a bitter smile. Everyone dies eventually. If possible, he'd prefer dying for a woman next time.

Suddenly, a burning sensation surged from his chest—a medal surfaced, radiating intense light. An indescribable formidable aura emanated from the Moon God Medal... Uncle Luo had given him this Moon God Medal?!?

Emitting a faint red light, a complicated blood-red hexagram unfurled—a three-dimensional hexagram formation. Amidst the red glow, observing the spiritual ability rope's end... no end existed; it wasn't a route, but a dark abyssal maw. Who knew what awaited—likely not a path back.

Before them lay the Gate of Truth—not entirely, resembling it but more complex, with at least three layers covered in densely packed Hera Language. Runes flowed, and already, the red light waned; Li Xin realized hesitation was no option, he had to risk it—turning a bicycle into a motorcycle just like that.

As Li Xin dragged Simmons through the Gate of Truth, furious roars seemed to echo: Diana... Diana... destroy... my... my...

With a loud explosion, the Saint Grace Canon Law School base chamber blew apart. Li Xin emerged with Simmons and Celestia, crashing onto the ground—all three tumbling aside.

Leaning against a corner, Li Xin gasped heavily; the original place had turned charred, as if smeared in thick black blood—bubbling black blood, still sparking. Yet the sparks soon ceased, followed by that blood-like dense oil fading visibly into cracks, rapidly transforming into ordinary broken remains—as if a common spiritual ability explosion accident.

Li Xin checked his body—upon exit, the die returned to normal. He touched his chest, finding the Moon God Medal was gone.

Uncle Luo had saved him once more.

Against the wall, the pain and tearing sensation now surged. Li Xin instinctively reached for his pocket—no cigarette—only exhaled deeply.

The debts mount endlessly.

The fate of Simmons and Celestia sprawled on the floor remained uncertain—whether alive or not. In contrast, the three appeared quite battered, as hurried footsteps sounded outside. Li Xin figured it was better to pass out.

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